Chapter 1969
After speaking, Walter broke into violent coughing.
Diego frowned deeply. “Mr. Burke, the Hopkinses are a marital arts family where everyone practices combat. Usually, we only deploy our full force when the main family taces a life–or–death crisis.”
He added, “I don’t think doing this just for Andrew is necessary.”
Walter’s eyes showed wariness as he gritted his teeth, “These are Mr. Driscoll Senior’s orders, so just follow them. Andrew may be despicable, but he’s no onlinary opponent! These injuries on mare all thanks to him.”
Diego was somewhat surprised, “Mr. Burke, even with your combat abilities, you were having trouble with that kid?”
Walter nodded, his already grim face becoming even more deathly pale..
Diego replied, “Alright then, Mr. Burke, you should go rest first. In two hours, once I’ve organized everything here, I can bring people and return to Blumedale with you.”
Walter nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Hopkins Senior.”
After the cathedral battle, Andrew’s side immediately moved against the Driscoll family without any hesitation, catching the Driscolls completely off guard.
Given the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce’s power and Andrew’s newly revealed strength, Maurice, though outwardly dismissive, was not foolish enough to take him lightly.
This upstart was most likely a martial saint. Otherwise, he could not have killed Bradley and then defeated both Walter and
Scarlett.
That meant the Driscoll family could not afford to play around anymore. They needed full readiness.
Maurice decided to use this as an opportunity to eliminate Andrew entirely, rallying the family’s full might.
Among their closest and strongest allies was the Hopkins family, one of the most powerful martial clans in the region. To show respect, Maurice sent his personal attendant, Walter, to deliver the order in person.
When Walter left the main hall of the Hopkins residence, Diego remained behind, his brow furrowed in thought.
After a moment, he called out, “Bring Timothy here.”
A servant immediately went to summon the Hopkins heir, Timothy Hopkins.
He wore a sharp business suit and looked refined and scholarly. With a smile, he asked, “Dad, you called for me?”
Diego gestured for him to take a seat, saying, “Tim, Mr. Burke from the Driscoll family came to our house.”
Timothy chuckled lightly, appearing completely unfazed, “No need to explain, Dad. Lalready know. The Driscolls have run into a serious opponent in Blumedale. The situation is on the verge of open war. Mr. Burke is here to order our Hopkins family to risk our lives for them.”
Diego nodded, very much appreciating his son’s intelligence and wisdom. “That’s right. Although I agreed to everything he asked just now, this matter could go either way, and I wanted to consult with you.”
Timothy did not hesitate. He sneered and said, “Dad, it’s simple. Watching them fight is always better than jumping into the pit with them. The Driscolls‘ opponent is named Andrew Lloyd, a newly risen force in Blumedale.
“I haven’t met him, but given his reputation, he’s certainly no ordinary man. We can promise the Driscolls that we’ll go help, but when we actually move… that will be entirely up to us.”
