Andrew raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll go back. Is that good enough for you? Seriously, I am still a guest here, you know. Isn't it a bit rude for the three of you to resort to force so quickly?"
Jericho's eyes remained wary, and his guard did not lower much. He suspected Andrew's compliant act might be a deception.
But then he reconsidered, thinking that even if Andrew was pretending to be weak, it did not matter. They were in Swordhaven Keep, and there was no way one man could cause real trouble here.
He was confident that even if the entire Lloyd family's elite were here, Swordhaven Keep would not be intimidated. After all, Onyx and Ivory alone were formidable, as few in the world could withstand their combined assault.
If he added Alfredo to the equation, Jericho sometimes let himself imagine that if the Topsfield family were to leave the Eastern Regions and establish a clan in Chetvine, they would be a major power from the start. They could even rival a royal house like the Lloyds.
To put it plainly, the Topsfield family had the makings of royalty.
Jericho was lost in this triumphant fantasy when a dull thud shattered his thoughts.
Andrew's fist had slammed squarely into Landon's chest.
Landon first looked stunned, then his expression shifted to one of sheer disbelief. "How…"
His eyes bulged, flooding with blood, and his chest visibly crumpled inward. He coughed, and a spray of crimson blood erupted from his mouth.
Simultaneously, the back of his shirt tore open, revealing the terrifying force behind Andrew's punch. Landon flew backward like a sack of grain, only stopping after he smashed into a wall over ten meters away.
He was out of the fight, completely incapacitated.
"Landon!" Kairo shrieked. "Andrew, you bastard! I swear, you're not leaving here alive!"
Andrew's sudden, violent assault made Kairo's eyes blaze with fury.

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