Chapter 2175
Elijah had already taken the initiative to make peace and even came to toast Andrew. Yet, Andrew would not give him any face at all.
After all, it was Elijah who had been slapped before, so if anyone should have been raising a glass, it should have been Andrew. However, this bastard was acting high and mighty, and Elijah could no longer hold back his fury.
His outburst immediately drew the attention of the dozen or so other people at the table. All eyes turned to them with great interest.
Freddie continued sipping his drink with a sly smile, looking like a cunning old fox.
Andrew did not even glance at Elijah and said coldly, “Get lost. What makes you think you’re worthy of drinking with me?”
Elijah became even more furious.
“Andrew, are you looking for death?” he snarled through gritted teeth, his rage causing wine to spill from his glass.
Harold barked coldly, “Elijah, you’re being disrespectful! How dare you speak like that in front of Mr. Lloyd?”
He immediately stepped in to smooth things over and apologized to Andrew. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lloyd. Elijah has such a bad temper, and there’s nothing I can do about it! How about this? Let me toast you in his place to show our apologies.”
He raised his glass toward Andrew, but this time, Andrew refused to show him any courtesy either. “Mr. Knowles Senior, I already told you, it’s nothing. Your family doesn’t need to toast me or apologize. I came here for Mr. Hawkins, out of respect for his invitation. Beyond that, I couldn’t care less.”
Harold’s eyes flickered with a shadow of cold fury, gone in a blink. ‘Cocky little punk, keep acting tough. Just you wait.‘
Standing there with his glass, Harold found himself humiliated, unable to sit or stand without looking like a fool. It was the first time the proud head of the Knowles family had ever been shamed like this in his own city.
Freddie chuckled and raised his drink. “Come, Mr. Knowles, let’s share a toast instead.”
Grateful for the escape, Harold clinked glasses with him at once.
Andrew did not bother with any more words. Once Chantelle had finished her meal, he rose and left with her.
As they stepped outside, a man in a black suit hurried over. “Mr. Lloyd, wait. Mr. Hawkins says if you want to walk out of Terror Town in one piece, you should meet him at this address.”
He handed Andrew a card with an address printed on it.
Andrew smirked, glanced at it, then tossed it to the ground. After dropping Chantelle back home, he immediately headed for the place.
Soon, he arrived at what looked like a martial arts institution, though the decor was far more upscale than usual. The facility was packed with advanced training equipment meant for serious martial artists.
“Mr. Lloyd, I apologize for asking you here so late,” Freddie said from behind.
Andrew turned and was stunned for a moment. Freddie was dressed in martial arts training gear, complete with protective headgear. He looked ready for a sparring match.
“Mr. Hawkins, what’s this about?” Andrew could not help but ask.
Freddie was barefoot and threw a couple of side kicks that looked pretty decent, though his small frame made the moves look somewhat odd and not very impressive.
“Mr. Lloyd, the Knowles family has decided to make a move against you,” Freddie said seriously, striking a fighting pose. “I can tell you the specific details, but only after we spar first.”
Andrew was surprised. “The Knowles family wanting to deal with me isn’t exactly shocking. But Mr. Hawkins, are you sure you want to fight me?”
Freddie looked eager to try. “Aren’t you the King of Gabo Creek, the number one martial artist in Gabo Creek? It just so happens I love martial arts too, and I really want to challenge the top fighter.”
Andrew was straightforward about it. “Alright then, Mr. Hawkins, should I go easy on you or not?”
Freddie launched a flying kick straight at Andrew’s chest. “Go easy on me? Ha! Mr. Lloyd, you’d better block my Windstrider Technique first!”