As expected, the moment Andy saw Emily holding onto another man's arm, he shouted from a distance:
"Emily, who the hell is this guy?!"
Storming over with a dark expression, Andy's gaze burned with jealousy.
He had already regarded Emily as his woman—it was only a matter of time, in his mind, before he had her heart completely. Seeing her now, intimately clutching another man's arm, sent his rage spiraling.
His cold tone made Emily's face stiffen. She replied instinctively, "It has nothing to do with you…"
But the next second, she released her grip on John and added, "Doctor Lopez saved my father's life. He's a benefactor to the Wood family."
Her explanation wasn't meant to pacify Andy—it was to protect John. She wasn't afraid of Andy's jealousy, but she was afraid that John would be dragged into a confrontation with someone far more dangerous.
She had seen John kill the Yellow-Eyebrow Immortal. That alone told her he was no ordinary man. Still, she wasn't sure if he could defeat someone like Alan Brown.
So it was best not to cause any unnecessary trouble for Doctor Lopez.
"Benefactor?" Andy sneered. "Hmph, looks more like he's your lover."
Emily had clearly underestimated a man's jealousy.
Andy's eyes turned sharp as he glared at John with suspicion, only to suddenly freeze.
His gaze had drifted behind John… and landed on Queenie.
Even just a glimpse of her profile made his heart pound.
What a stunner!
He took a few sidesteps to get a clearer view—and when he saw her fully, he was stunned.
This woman was even more beautiful than Emily.
Damn! How lucky is this guy?!
Andy's glare turned venomous.
Sensing his jealousy, John suddenly pulled Emily closer, wrapped his arm around her waist, and said casually, "Emily, don't waste time on this scumbag. Let's go."
Girls' waists were a sensitive spot, and Emily's face flushed red at his sudden touch.
Andy's eyes blazed with fury.
This bastard just called me a scumbag?
Me?!
My father is Alan Brown!
You dare to talk to me like that?! You're fucking dead!
"You fucking asshole—STOP!"
With a roar, Andy charged forward, fist raised to strike.
But John didn't even flinch.
Still holding both Emily and Queenie by the waist, he raised his leg and kicked—hard.
Andy flew through the air like a kicked soccer ball and crashed onto the ground.
"AAAGHHH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Andy wailed in agony.
A well-dressed woman ran over and helped him up, then turned furiously to John and shrieked, "You son of a bitch! Do you know who he is?! That's Mr. Brown! His father is Alan Brown! The Brown family can crush you like an ant!"
Several bodyguards came rushing up.
They were Andy's private security, but had stayed far enough away not to interfere with his date. No one had expected anyone would dare lay a hand on him.
"Hey, you! Get on your knees and apologize to Mr. Brown!"
Before the bodyguard could finish his threat, John stepped forward and punched him square in the chin. The man collapsed instantly.
Then John turned to the woman and slapped her hard across the face.
"You just cursed me out, didn't you?"
"You—!"
SMACK! Another slap silenced her.
She no longer dared to speak—just glared at him with tearful rage.
"You must've heard of Alan Brown from the State of New York, right?"
Justin and the others walked over, wearing smug, gloating expressions. Justin pointed at Andy and said, "That's Andy Brown, the son of Alan Brown."
They all looked to John, expecting to see fear on his face.
But John only frowned slightly. "Alan Brown? Never heard of him. Is he supposed to be powerful?"
Everyone stood frozen for a moment.
He doesn't even know Alan Brown?!
No wonder he dared to beat up Andy.
Emily quickly stepped in, her face pale. "Doctor Lopez, Alan Brown is known as the Underground Monarch of New York State. He's a martial artist. No prominent clan dares to cross him."
"A martial artist?" John raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued.
He was in a good mood now.
Turning to Andy, he said, "Mr. Brown, was it? I'm curious about your father. How about you take me to meet him?"
John didn't like leaving problems unresolved. If Alan Brown was as troublesome as people claimed, then it was best to deal with him today—cut the root before the weed could grow.
Andy, clutching his stomach, had mostly recovered from the blow. He now realized John wasn't just some average guy—he could fight.
But hearing that John wanted to see his father?
Perfect.
He couldn't wait to watch his father crush this arrogant bastard.
"Hmph, so now you're scared? Where was all that courage when you hit me?" sneered the woman who had just been slapped.
In her mind, John only wanted to visit Alan Brown because he'd realized he'd messed with someone far out of his league.
CRACK!
John gave her another slap without a word.
She clutched her face, eyes brimming with hatred.
"Take him away!" Andy barked at the bodyguards.
"And that woman too!" His gaze fell on Queenie.
There was no way he was letting a woman like her slip away. He'd make John understand that he was messing with the wrong man.
As for Emily...
Since she was the daughter of Alton Wood, he'd let her off the hook—for now.
But when Andy ordered his men to take Queenie, Justin's face changed.
He stepped forward and said, "Wait! She's from the Yeats family!"
"Yeats family?" Andy paused, startled.
Then he sneered, "Shut up! Do you think I'm an idiot? I know Nick Yeats only has one daughter."
He shot Justin a cold look, then turned around and strode off.