Chapter 1825
Zachary furrowed his brows, clearly frustrated. He did not want to choose Terry as his opponent since they were both from Gabo Creek province, and whoever lost would be a real loss for their side
Down below, Calvin was stunned at first. Then, he sneered coldly and said, “Zachary, tough luck going up against Terry. You’re
screwed.”
Zachary spoke steadily, “Mr. Peck Senior, I have no desire to hurt Terry. Do you think there’s still room for negotiation between
us?”
Calvin let out a mocking snort. “Negotiate my ass! Mr. Thornton self arranged this match–up. I can’t do anything about it,
and frankly, Terry doesn’t know how to hold back at somehing happens to you, well, bad luck. Don’t go blaming
anyone.”
Zachary’s face darkened. He thought Calvin was seriously full of himself. He had only given a kind warning because he was afraid of crippling Terry, but judging by the other party’s attitude,e was sitting pretty and even mocking him.
“Hey, are we fighting or not?” Terry was already losing his patience.
With one hand on his hip, he stared Zachary down with a sneer. “I started training at three years old. Since childhood, I’ve studied under martial arts masters in Goldridge. You’re no match for me, so be smart about it and forfeit now, get lost. Otherwise, when I beat you to a pulp in a minute, you’ll have to pay your own hospital bills!”
Zachary looked toward Andrew below.
Andrew stepped forward and said flatly, “When it’s all out in the open, skill is the only thing that matters. That’s the rule of the arena. If you want to become one of Mr. Thornton’s inner disciples you have to fight your way up yourself. A man who trains shouldn’t waste time whining, just go for it!”
Zachary straightened his posture, energized by Andrew’s words. He looked Terry in the eye and said firmly, “No hard feelings.”
Then, with a sharp exhale, he lunged forward with a powerful punch. To be fair, Terry was not all bark. He quickly stepped back, shifted his stance, and engaged in a flurry of exchanges with Zachary.
Calvin turned toward Andrew’s side of the hall with a smug grin. “Andrew, backing Zachary against Terry is a fool’s move. He is the most promising of the entire Peck family. Zachary’s just a brawler with no pedigree. He’s done for!”
Andrew did not even look at him and replied flatly, “We’ll see who ends up on the floor. Terry’s footwork is a mess, clearly from too much drinking and flirting around with women. In fact, he’s just like you. He’s truly your son.”
Calvin’s face twitched with rage as he barked, “Watch your mouth! This is Goldridge, not Blumedale! I’ve spent years building ties with the most powerful families here. Don’t blame me if things get ugly because of your stupid arrogance!”
Back in Blumedale, Calvin had not dared to lay a finger on Andrew. After all, Andrew’s network in Gabo Creek ran deep, rivaling that of the Peck family.
And more importantly, Victoria had always treated Andrew with special regard, even borderline affection. All Calvin could do
was seethe with jealousy.
But now, they were in a different city. Away from Gabo Creek’s sphere, Calvin’s sense of superiority was suddenly surging. He finally saw an opening to put Andrew in his place, and he was not going to waste it.
Andrew glanced at him, expression flat. “If you want to step up, Mr Peck Senior, I’d be happy to accommodate.”
There was only so much Calvin could tolerate out of respect for Victoria.
