Chapter 1866
Henry brought Andrew to a private villa nestled on Mount Aircon in Goldridge. It was a luxury estate perched in one of the city’s most exclusive areas.
“Nice place!” Andrew commented with genuine appreciation.
His eyes swept the area and spotted the creepy Eric. The guy was dressed in flowing teal robes with wide sleeves, and his long hair covered half of his feminine features. Anyone who did not know better would think he was in the middle of a costume play shoot.
“Have a seat!” Henry’s expression remained neutral as he politely gestured for Andrew to sit down.
Andrew took a seat and said bluntly, “Mr. Fischer, after all this chaos, you might as well just tell me what exactly you are after.”
Henry walked over to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of red wine. He offered one of the glasses to Andrew, but the latter shook his head, indicating he was afraid it might be poisoned and refused to drink.
Henry did not seem bothered and simply handed the glass to Eric instead.
Eric took it and gave Andrew a cold look before tilting his head back and downing the entire glass in one gulp.
Andrew raised an eyebrow, surprised that Eric had such a strong tolerance for alcohol. While red wine was not as
strong as hard liquor, chugging it down like water was still pretty unusual.
Henry’s tall frame stood by the floor–to–ceiling window like a statue. He seemed to enjoy holding conversations near windows.
He said, “Andrew, I won’t beat around the bush. I really admire you! So, I want you to work for me. Don’t be quick to refuse. Since you’ve fallen into my hands, refusing isn’t an option.”
Andrew nodded slightly. Henry had already proven he was one of the most dangerous martial saints in the region, and his earlier battle with Jerome had shown it clearly. While he did not have Jerome’s raw power, his ruthlessness burned even hotter.
So, when he spoke with such domineering authority that brooked no refusal, it was completely reasonable.
Andrew had already concluded that Henry was brutal, aggressive, and absolutely relentless.
Henry turned around to face him, his eyes gleaming as he smiled. “Jerome escaped. He managed to survive thanks to your interference. I used to think something like that was impossible, but now it’s actually happened, I honestly think it’s quite the miracle.”
Andrew smirked. “Mr. Thornton may have been severely injured and stabbed by his ungrateful son, but let’s be real, the guy is ranked eighth on the Titan List, one of the elite among martial saints. The fact that you couldn’t kill him is perfectly normal.”
Henry snorted. “It’s not normal at all! Do you have any idea how much effort I put into planning this coordinated attack? Goldridge is the headquarters of the Southern Martial Union and isn’t within our Gabo Creek territory!
“For this reason, I’ve been stationed in Goldridge representing the Fischer family for years! During that time, I challenged Jerome once and lost narrowly.‘
Andrew corrected him, “Sorry, but from what I remember, you didn’t just lose. You were crushed, demolished, completely destroyed!”
Henry’s smile turned menacing, “That mouth of yours can be really annoying sometimes. So, unless you absolutely have to speak, you’d better stay quiet. Otherwise, I don’t mind beating you senseless first to teach you
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about watching your tone when talking to your superior.”
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Andrew looked completely indifferent. He was confident he could go toe–to–toe with Henry if it came to a one–on -one fight.
After all, since his first seal had been released, he had killed Stanley, the fake martial saint, in the tomb of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty emperor. 1
