Aspen's eyes never left Andrew as she asked nervously, "Andrew, do you need my help?"

Andrew calmly replied with just two words, "No need."

With a casual motion, he slapped a thug holding a machete so hard the man flew back. Without even looking, he threw his elbow backward, smashing into another guy swinging a steel pipe like he was volunteering to get wrecked. The blow crushed his nose flat, and he howled in pain.

Andrew's expression did not change—no anger, excitement, just pure calm. To him, these guys were not even worth warming up for.

Then, he raised his hand and collided directly with Rufus.

Rufus looked shocked. "You actually caught my Haywood Strike? Kid, I gotta admit, you've got some skill."

Andrew smirked coldly. "Only 'some'?"

"Fine, try this next strike and see what happens!" Rufus tossed aside his jacket, revealing a tight shirt stretched over rippling muscles and a solid chest.

Andrew scoffed. "Bring it on. You think I'm scared of you?"

Rufus sneered,