FreeGoodNovelChapter 1130 Logan shouted, his voice cracking, "Dr.
Lake, get out of the way!" Mosby forced himself to stay conscious, pried his eyes open, and immediately saw death rushing at him.
He screamed, "Mr.
Keller Senior, pleasespare me!" However, George had already charged in, eyes blood-red, and a brutal hand chop was aimed straight for Mosby's skull.
If that blow landed, the so-called legend of Blumedale would die right here, with his head cracked open Chantelle gritted her teeth and moved in without hesitation.
Her long leg, clad in sleek, tailored slacks, swept out in a horizontal arc.
George stumbled back two steps, let out alow, guttural growl, and immediately lunged at her instead.
Logan shouted from the side, trying to talk his father down, yet it was useless.
George had fully descended into a killing trance.
"Dr.
Lake, get clear!" Chantelle barked as she spun forward.
Her pale, graceful hand landed squarely on George's shoulder, and with a sharp twist, she executed a perfect shoulder throw.
Andrew stood at a distance, watching with interest.
He thought, ' Not bad.
She's got real skill.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat classic move was executed with impressive control.
Still, it was not enough to take George down.
So, Andrew called out, "Ms.
Garcia, step aside.
I'll handle this.
Otherwise, someone's going to get hurtand that'll be a real headache." Chantelle's face was tense.
"Do you seriously think I'm easily injured like you? Letting you step in is as good as sending you to your deathbed!" Andrew replied flatly, "If you won't listen, suit yourself." Logan quickly added, "Dr.
Lloyd, don't underestimate Ms.
Garcia.
She's not just Mr.
McCormick's secretary, but she also oversees his entire security detail." Andrew smirked.
"And? Even security breaks when they run into someone truly powerful." Right after he said it, Chantelle let out a muffled grunt.
George had landed a devastating punch, shaking her core.
Blood trickled from the corner of her lips as she stumbled back, too stunned to reengage.
Though consumed by madness, George's martial prowess remained razor-sharp.
After knocking Chantelle aside, he turned his fury toward Andrew.
With a flick of his wrist, Andrew revealed two gleaming gold needles.
They shimmered briefly before he launched them like lightning toward George's eyes.
At the stime, he stomped ---- forward.
The marble floor beneath the Keller residence cracked under his feet as he shot forward like a missile.
Mosby had already retreated nearly 100 meters, catching his breath and sneering.
"Even I couldn't match Mr.
Keller Senior.
Andrew, you're asking to die." Chantelle wiped the blood from her lips and shouted furiously, " Andrew, fall back! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" George had crushed her, yet Andrew was charging in blind? That was a death wish.
Grinding her teeth, Chantelle made a decisionif he really was about to get himself killed, she would step in and save him.
She could not let him die under the Keller roof.
How could she possibly explain that to Derek? Andrew's twin needles pierced through the air, forcing George back half a step.
en, in perfect timing, he struckhis palms hitting both George's upper and lower energy cores with pinpoint precision.
What no one noticed was that two more golden needles had silently embedded into George's body at those spoints.
Suddenly, George froze mid-lunge.
His wild eyes began to clear, and sanity flickered back into them.
Then, he collapsed backward ---- ina stiff, controlled fall.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLogan rushed forward and caught him.
"Father! Are you alright?" George's voice was weak but steady.
"Logan...
I lost control again, didn't I? I have lived an honorable life but Ccaused too much bloodshed in my old age. If I can't be cured, don't lethurt anyone else.
Letgo peacefully.
Logan's voice trembled.
"Don't worry, Father.
I found Dr.
Lloyd.
If he can stop you, then he can cure you." Both Chantelle and Mosbym stood frozen, shocked, disbelieving that Andrew had taken down George. How? They were both top-level martial practitioners.
Chantelle herself was already a semi-martial king, but George Had overpowered her in seconds. Meanwhile, Andrew had not only survived the encounter but also subdued George.
Mosby's face twisted, stormy and sour.
Then, he let out acold laugh.
"Well, Andrew, you've got snerve.
Always showing up just in tto steal the credit, huh?"
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