Chapter 889

The sharp sound of a bone breaking echoed across the courtyard, silencing the crowd instantly. It was so loud and clear that it sent a chill down everyone's spine, filling the air with an eerie sense of dread. All eyes turned to Andrew, their gazes a mix of disbelief and fear. The lackey, who had just been threatening Andrew moments before, now stood frozen, his face pale as a sheet. His wrist hung at an unnatural angle, twisted and deformed. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he groaned, the pain and humiliation clear in the sound. He had thought he could intimidate Andrew, but in a single move, Andrew had shattered that illusion quite literally. "If there's a next time," Andrew said coldly, his voice laced with deadly calm, "it won't just be a hand." The energy around him was icy and oppressive as if the temperature had dropped several degrees. The sheer intensity of his presence left the crowd—especially the new recruits—staring at him in awe and unease. Eve