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

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 like him would've been injured?" Aspen finally realized that

thought, 'Did this man actually take a bullet for me?" Biting her lip, she hurried upstairs, grabbed

more she wrapped,

you protect me? If that bullet had hit somewhere worse, even you wouldn't have walked away from it!" Andrew replied coldly,

someone who just

jaw as emotion boiled up inside her, wondering

was angry that she

Natasha sneered.

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

even a dozen times

a

like someone who knows how to take care

everyone out there is going to be this patient with you? If it weren't for Andrew, you'd be nothing but a rich man's

morgue." This time,

as she quietly cleaned

her hand away and stood

someone to dispose of the

lock this

are bound to come." As he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly

there?" The figure crouched on the railing, mocking, "So,

not as untouchable as you think." Then, the person descended

once, Aspen found herself stepping forward to

"Ms.

got that wound protecting me." The mocking tone in Chantelle's voice had seriously

gave her a once-over,

"Ms.

man who keeps you on a leash? Tsk,