Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 937

Andrew said, "But you'd better drop that thought... because the consequences will be brutal."

Reuben froze for a second-then burst into loud, mocking laughter. "You've got some nerve, kid! Really putting on a show, huh? You clearly didn't hear Phantom Eye the first time. I'm a guest elder of the Golding family in Blumedale, a semi- martial king! And you're threatening me?"

To Reuben, Andrew was just some punk-someone he could crush with one hand if he wanted. He did not take him seriously in the slightest.

Phantom Eye chimed in from the side, "Reuben, if this kid's acting this cocky, it probably means that crazy woman is still nearby. You might wanna hold off, or this could get ugly fast."

Reuben snorted. "Even if she is, I'm not scared of her. As long as I grab this kid, I don't believe she'd dare make a move."

The words had barely left his mouth before he lunged forward, charging straight at Andrew.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "You walked right into this. Don't blame me for what happens next!"

Natasha panicked. "Darling! Watch out!"

unfazed as Reuben came barreling toward him. "I already told you that this was gonna

casually shook his head, then raised his hand—and slapped

force slammed into him like a tsunami. He let out a startled growl,

his arms up to block when Andrew's palm struck him head-on, then followed through with another

steel support pillar of the cell, warping the metal on impact. He crashed into it like a ragdoll, his head busting open

did it involve any flashy techniques a martialarts flair. It was just pure, raw power-concentrated into one brutal strike that landed with

his bleeding head, trembling as

even spare him a glance as he turned and walked out of the cell. "Bring him out,"

moved in and dragged Reuben

Reuben was soaked in blood, especially around his head, where the wound hadn't stopped gushing. He lay at Andrew's feet,

in

feared-was now lying there, barely conscious. And the one who did it was

attention on Andrew. "Y-You've gotta be a martial