Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 1167 Andarov could not care less about anything else and turned to flee, trying to blast through the villa wall and make his escape.

However, Andrew's attacks were relentless, like crashing waves, giving him no chance to run.

With perfect aim, Andrew struck the center of Andarov's back with a palm strike that exploded like a thunderclap.

Bones shattered with a sickening crunch, and nearly two-thirds of Andarov's skeleton was crushed in an instant.

Then, blood gushed out from his mouth as he collapsed, his massive eight-foot frame crashing to the floor.

Raising his trembling, blood-soaked hand, he pointed at Andrew, gasping, "You're not...

not just some ordinary man.

You're from...

Holtrien's Chetvine...

You're part of the royal fa" He never got to finish the sentence.

Before the final word left his lips, Andarov exhaled his last breath and died on the spot.

A single drop of blood fell from Andrew's waist, and part of his shirt had already soaked through with red.

Natasha rushed over in alarm.

"Darling, did you get shot?" Andrew sank into the ruins of the couch and waved her off.

"It's nothing serious." ---- He ripped open the fabric around the wound and calmly inserted two golden acupuncture needles.

After that, he fished the bullet out like it was no big deal.

He did not even flinch, nor did he twitch in pain.

if the

She thought, 'Is he always this ruthless, even toward himself?" Natasha barked, "What are you standing there for? Aspen, grab the bandages! If it weren't for him protecting you, do you really think aman

man actually take a bullet for me?" Biting her lip, she hurried

the more she wrapped, the more her anger

If that bullet had hit somewhere worse, even you wouldn't have walked away from it!" Andrew replied coldly, "If I hadn't protected you, you'd

you treat someone who just saved

emotion boiled up inside her, wondering why it made her so angry to see

she angry at herself? She was angry that she

Natasha sneered.

it weren't for him, you'd be six feet under by

even a dozen

do us all a favor and drop the

like someone who knows how

be this patient with you? If it weren't for Andrew, you'd be nothing but a

the morgue." This time, Aspen did not talk

expression as she quietly

her hand away and stood

Get someone to dispose of

lock this

come." As he finished speaking,

instantly raised his head and barked, "Who's there?" The figure crouched on the railing, mocking, "So, you

untouchable as you think." Then, the person descended the

Aspen found herself stepping forward to defend

"Ms.

mocking tone in Chantelle's voice had seriously rubbed her

gave her a

"Ms.

actually defending the man who keeps you on a leash?