"Kid, so you''re the one who beat up my men, huh?" Tristan slowly removed his sunsses and squinted at Andrew.
Andrew smiled. "That''s right, I''m the one who beat your guys up."
Tristan sneered. "You look unfamiliar. Don''t you know who I am?"
Andrew shook his head. "Actually, I don''t. Besides, are you really that famous? Why should I know who you are?"
Tristan''s already gloomy face turned even uglier, unable to believe he was being looked down upon. The group of underlings behind him revealed fierce looks in their eyes, just waiting for hismand.
Yara was so frightened that her legs grew weak, but she forced a smile and said, "Mr. Cummings, it was your men who came to my project office first and disrupted my construction progress. You''re a gang leader working under the Azure Dragon King, a big shot with status and position. Surely you wouldn''t stoop to such disrespectful behavior, would you?"
Tristan coldly replied, "Ms. Wright, don''t me me for bullying you. It''s just that your brother Quinton offered too much for us to refuse."
Yara''s pretty face filled with hatred as she said, "Quinton is a beast, but I''ve never had any grudge with you, Mr. Cummings, have I?"
Tristan licked the corner of his mouth, his short stature giving him an upward view of Yara''s voluptuous figure. He chuckled and teased, "Ms. Wright, a beauty like you would make not only Quinton turn into a beast."
He grinned as he added, "Even I can''t help wanting to be an animal and have some fun with you!"
Yara was furious and embarrassed, but she bit her tongue and remained silent. She still did not want to escte things too far with someone as dangerous as Tristan.
Tristan pointed at Andrew andmanded, "You bastard,e over here! Get on your knees and admit your guilt! Otherwise, just for daring to hit my men, you''ll die on this construction site today!"
Andrewughed outright and asked Yara, "Are all the gangsters in Blumedale this arrogant?"
Yara''s expression turned grim, not knowing where Andrew''s confidence came from. At this critical moment, he was not calling for backup and was still joking around casually.
Was he really that confident, or did he simply not fear death?
Earlughed and said, "Sir, this little punk seems to want a taste of your power!"
Other underlings also snickered. "Thest guy who got killed by Mr. Cummings was just as cocky!"
Another chimed in, "These pretty boys all like to show off in front of beautiful women. But in the end," they all end up kneeling before Mr. Cummings, snot and tears running as they beg for mercy!"
"Sir, let''s kill this guy first, then let us have some fun with this Wright girl. Damn, those thighs and those breasts are to die for..."
Tristan fixed his malicious gaze on Andrew. Kid, I''ll give you onest chancez Come here and get on your knees! Otherwise, you''ll see your own brains sttered on the ground, I guarantee it!"
Andrew strode toward him, smirking. "Your lines are pretty smooth, but do you
really think you''re some kind of action movie viin?"
Heunched a kick with thunderous force.
Tristan was both shocked and furious. Caught off guard and hampered by his dwarf-like height he was sent flying by Andrew''s kick. However, being the head of the Azure Dragons, Tristan did have some skills. His body flipped twice in midair beforending steadily on his feet.
"Kill him!" he screamed in a shrill voice filled with rage. He was always the one to strike first and teach others a lesson-no one had ever gotten the drop on him before.
The 30-plus men in ck suits roared as they charged toward Andrew. Compared to Earl''s men, Tristan''s subordinates were much more formidable.
However, to Andrew, there was no difference-just as in the eyes of an eagle, a chick and arge rooster were essentially the same, both destined to be its prey.
Half a minuteter, Andrew stood in front of Tristan, the two separated by less than two inches. One looking down, one looking up, staring at each other.
Except Tristan''s eyes were filled with terror, while Andrew''s gaze waspletely indifferent.