Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1505

Another half day passed, and Andrew and his team finally arrived at their destination-Gallow's End, the location marked on the treasure map.

Based on its illustrations, the treasure entrance was supposed to be carved into the base of a steep mountain, so steep it looked practically impossible to climb.

The treasure was said to be buried deep within the mountain itself, through a tunnel someone had once hollowed out. However, as dusk fell and Andrew's convoy rolled up to the mountain's base, everyone was stunned.

The spot marked Gallow's End, supposedly the hidden treasure entrance, had turned into a heritage hamlet.

The street was paved with weathered cobblestones, and both sides were lined with quaint shops glowing softly with warm lights.

The entire area radiated commercial charm. While it was not overly crowded, a handful of middle-aged backpackers strolled and laughed under the evening sky, even at 9 p.m.

Tiana frowned. "Andy, are we in the wrong place?"

Andrew did not respond right away. He pulled out the treasure map and examined it closely again. Finally, he shook his head. "No. This is the place."

Behind them, Logan and Chantelle had already instructed their teams to park the cars. Both of them walked over to Andrew, wearing expressions of confusion and skepticism.

"You didn't bring us here for a vacation, did you?" Logan joked dryly.

asking around. Be discreet. Don't mention anything about treasure. Just see if you

need. Leave it to

blinked. "Wait-Ms. Garcia, you've got a

looked at Andrew

that my presence on this

huffed and strode off confidently down the cobbled

chuckled. "Come on, Andy. Who knows, maybe Ms. Garcia really does have

"Did you piss her off?" Andrew scoffed. "I didn't. She's the one who picked

stress about her. I know those two tagalongs of hers are dead weight. But honestly, that

things get ugly, we can always throw him in front as a meat

you're not seriously okay with

"As long as it's not one of us, who cares?" Andrew fell

unusual for a man raised in a powerful family. To people like him,

If Andrew

his own strength by now, Logan likely would not even be speaking to

Chantelle's lead, the group

wooden house-an elevated home common among mountain

towering mountain, was a preserved minority heritage site, complete with rustic aesthetics and cultural

home, Chantelle flashed her badge and calmly identified herself. A