Ben smiled wickedly as he witnessed Andy's terrifying strength and heard that Nathan had arrived. "He just loves getting himself into trouble, doesn't he? Now that you're here, he's practically sending himself to his doom. Let's head over and take a look!"
They quickly headed to the ground floor of the ward area and saw dozens of Ben's subordinates confronting Nathan, Colin and the Elite Eight who had come for Dr. Torres.
Nathan tried to leave with Dr. Torres, only to be held back by the Holt family's subordinates.
"I don't feel like punching any of you. Get the hell out of my way," Nathan demanded coldly.
Ben walked over with a smirk. "So you're Nathan Cross, the lunatic who beat my son up? Heh, we were just about to pay you back for that. Who would've thought you'd drop by on your own? But now that you're here, you may as well stay forever!"
Upon hearing that, Nathan gazed at Ben and asked in disdain, "And who's going to make that happen?"
Nathan's eyes looked so cold that Ben couldn't help but shudder.
At this very moment, Andy, who was right next to Ben, spoke up. "I am!"
Nathan's gaze fell on Andy. He had already noticed earlier that this old man wasn't as simple as he seemed.
Andy had a vigorous aura. His footsteps were as solid as a mountain and his gaze looked extremely piercing. It was obvious that he was a true elite.
Nathan frowned slightly. "Who are you?"
Ben began to snicker. "Are you blind, punk? This is Andy Han, the legendary king of the world of ancient martial arts! Master Han is known as the God of War here. You killed two of his disciples, so he's come all the way here to personally avenge them. You should be honored to die at his hands!"
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