At the Ulrich family cemetery, ck-suited bodyguards stood on all four sides while all bystanders were cleared away. To make the hit easier, Mason had even sent away the other Ulrich family members.


    The only ones remaining were a few skilled fighters from the Ulrich family, who were kept on standby for emergencies.


    A man and a woman wearing dark sunsses approached Mason.


    "Where''s Mr. Byrne? Why are there only two of you?" Mason asked with concern.


    The woman sneered coldly. "Don''t ask questions you shouldn''t ask. The funeral will proceed as normal in a moment, and you and your people don''t need to worry about anything."


    These two were Marcelo''s most trusted lieutenants. The man was called Highmist, and the woman was called Springflow.


    Mason''s expression darkened. "If Mr. Byrne isn''t going to make a move personally, then this assassination should be called off! Andrew isn''t someone to mess with, and you two alone aren''t nearly enough to handle him!"


    Highmist replied casually, "Mr. Ulrich, calm down a bit. Look at yourself you''re already shaking!"


    Springflow was outright disdainful. "And you call yourself a family head? Is this really your level ofposure?"


    Sheughed mockingly. "No wonder Andrew has been crushing the Ulrich family... You''re absolutely pathetic!"


    Mason said nothing, but a cold gleam shed in his eyes. He thought, ''These two dogs think they''re above everyone? Fine. Let themugh now. When I rise to power, they''ll pay for this arrogance!''


    Springflow was eager for action. "Highmist, should we two make the first moveter and see if we can easily take down that Andrew?"


    Highmist gave her a sharp look. "Springflow, don''t get greedy. Mr. Byrne gave strict orders, and we should follow his lead."


    Springflow rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. I''m just saying. Honestly, I don''t see what the big deal is with Andrew anyway. Ezra couldn''t have died at his hands. No way.


    "And even if he did, so what? If you and I team up, there''s no way he can withstand us."


    Highmist reminded her, "Our martial techniques are designed for synchronizedbat. Together, we can match a peak-level martial king. But don''t forget that ourbined form doesn''tst long.


    "This has to be fast and clean. The best strategy is to pin him down, let the Dragon King finish the job, then get out."


    Springflow huffed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You''re such a buzzkill. I just wanted to break him a little before the kill. Anyone who goes up against Mr. Byrne deserves a terrible death."


    At that moment, the low rumble of a car engine rolled in.


    "Enough talk. Get ready!" Highmist snapped.


    Everyone turned to see Andrew step out of a ck SUV.


    Rachel and Ryder were the only ones apanying him.


    Mason lit up. "Just as expected, he came alone. The rest is up to you two!"


    Springflow looked annoyed. "Tell that useless son of yours to get out of the way. I don''t want to hit a civilian by ident."


    Mason chuckled awkwardly. "Of course, of course."


    He walked up to Andrew with fake tears in his eyes.


    Andrew patted his shoulder. "My condolences. Let me take onest look at Mr. Ulrich Senior."


    He walked over to the burial pit. Inside, a coffiny quietly at the bottom.


    "Hmm?


    isn''t here for the burial?


    if it were a casual


    though his eyes were sharp:


    Mason''s eyelids twitched. With a forced smile, he said, "They came earlier and had just left a bit ago."


    Andrew nodded. "Is that so? Well then, if no one else is here to interfere, when exactly are you making your move?"


    Mason froze. "Make a move? What are you talking about, Mr. Lloyd? You''re really funny!"


    Andrew stared him down, his smileced with mockery. "Funny? No, I''m not the one joking here. You are. You think I don''t know you''ve teamed up with Mr. Byrne to kill me? And you''re standing here acting clueless?"


    Mason''s eyes widened. "You knew?"


    now


    Before he could even process wha was happening, Highmist and Springflow, who had been posing as


    security nearby, suddenly spl


    into action.


    With a burst of power, they lunged from both sides, shouting as their hands cut through the air.


    The force of their strike was so intense, it felt like razor-sharp wind shing through skin.


    Andrew did not flinch. He simply leaned back, letting theirbined attack pass him by.


    Then, he snapped forward and mmed a punch directly at Springflow''s left nk. She snarled, "You little bastard! You''re dead!"