Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

"Andrew, wait... is someone trying to kill you?" Freya's face turned ghostly pale, and her voice was shaky. She could barely get the words out.

Andrew let her go and frowned. "You need to lose weight, Ms. Freya."

Freya flared up. "Excuse me? Are you saying there's something wrong with my figure?"

Andrew replied flatly, "It's not about looks. It's about the weight. If it had been someone else, they wouldn't have been able to carry you and run. They'd be dead already."

Freya was livid. "You-"

Andrew ignored her. He quickly headed down the fire escape with Freya in tow, pulling her into the shadows near the stairwell exit.

From below, a series of whooshing sounds suddenly echoed upward. It sounded like something was moving at high speed through the air.

Freya looked absolutely terrified and deeply unsettled. Meanwhile, Andrew remained expressionless, and when the wind pressure reached his ears at maximum intensity, he simply kicked out into thin air.

A dull thud rang out, and the wind pressure abruptly stopped.

completely off guard, a dark figure let out a muffled grunt and slammed into the narrow stairway wall. The concrete wall immediately

garbage! They're charging me over a million a

on. He could not help but think Freya

think the wall cracked because it was poorly built? No. That

the guy he kicked? He was no ordinary

a black trench coat with the collar turned up, the man looked plain and unremarkable, but he was nearly at the

an ordinary person bumping into a sponge-it didn't faze him at all.

You actually caught me off guard, but it doesn't

hand until it blurred like a fan. Then, he roared and

gasped and screamed, "It's

purse. But after just two steps, she slammed face-first into the metal emergency door at the stairwell, collapsed

strike, and drove his knee up in a brutal uppercut to the

off the floor with both legs and leapt back, dodging the blow.

combat in such a confined space, it was easy to imagine how cramped the

had the advantage