Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

This shot came lightning-fast and vicious. If it had been an ordinary expert, they would have been finished on the spot. However, Andrew was not just any ordinary expert; he was extraordinary.

In a split second, he tilted his head to the side and dodged the deadly bullet.

With a loud crash, a urinal's water pipe exploded from the impact. Amid the spray of water, Andrew suddenly vanished.

When he reappeared, he was right in front of Goldfangs' face. He raised his hand and reached for the assassin's throat.

Goldfangs quickly stepped back and retreated, laughing, "Well, well, pretty quick reflexes. No wonder Eagle Eye fell for your tricks."

A rapid burst of gunfire erupted, decisive and ruthless. Unfortunately, all the shots hit the ceiling instead of their target.

Goldfangs had gotten too close to Andrew when he drew his weapon. Since he did not have enough distance to shoot properly, Andrew grabbed his gun hand and shoved it upward.

This caused the barrel to point straight at the ceiling.

"Son of a bitch!" Goldfangs cursed and decisively dropped his expensive golden Desert Eagle. His other hand swept out in a vicious arc, seemingly aimed at Andrew's neck.

However, hidden in his sleeve was a triple-edged blade, waiting to ambush Andrew's body.

strike. At the same time, he delivered an uppercut that slammed straight

blood flew

He let out a roar and lunged forward, slicing through the mist of shattered water like a beast. His speed was fast enough to

completely still. At the last

arms and pivoted,

headfirst into one of the toilet stalls.

stall looked like it had

devastating. His entire face was now smeared with human waste, like someone had slapped a mud mask across it. Even worse, some of it had

knocked him

professional killer, having poop on his face did not faze him much. He

exploded from his arms, revealing bulging muscle and a set of cold, steel combat spikes strapped to his

out a short snort and did not back down. Instead, he met the charge head-on with a

slamming into

again, right into the same disgusting toilet bowl. This time, he

spikes lashed out like lightning, jabbing at Andrew's face, groin, ankles, chest,

landed, it would have

only military specialists or high-level assassins could wield it with such

through the strikes like a shadow. He weaved