The Voice of the Oracle sneered. "You've already been marked. I'm giving you

one chance-get on your knees now and accept the baptism. Otherwise, you'll be

dragged into a pit of eternal damnation!"

Andrew replied flatly, "Then I'll give you a chance-take off that stupid hood and

show me your damn face! And while you're at it, drop to your knees and receive

the gift of rebirth from me!"

The Voice of the Oracle exploded with rage and reached for a weapon.

Just then, a whistling sound could be heard, and a golden needle pierced straight

through their palm. They only had time to let out a miserable scream before

Andrew lunged in and landed a brutal kick across their face.

The Voice of the Oracle spun a full 180 degrees in the air before crashing heavily

to the ground.

Andrew stepped forward, stomped on the person's chest, and yanked the hood

off.

It was actually a bald man. Right in the center of his shiny scalp was a tattoo of a

red venomous snake.

The Voice of the Oracle, Nathan Fox, gasped, "Andrew, you're the prey that the

High Oracle has marked! No matter how much you struggle, you can't escape..."

After letting out a sinister laugh, Nathan threw up a mouthful of blood and died on

the spot.

Andrew crouched to inspect him. Just as he thought, the guy had poison hidden in

his life at the first sign of capture. Just

he did not

tongue in annoyance.

calling Shiloh. She had a thing lately

want to harvest this bald guy's kidneys

a second thought, he decided to skip

alley, a group of

Each held a machete and

presence menacing and sharp.

way. However, at

wave of men appeared, in the same suits,

boxed in with no

Ezra, dragging a

as it scraped the

weigh over 100 pounds, and it was

was not just a weapon; it

disaster. Whatever, I'm not

your head against a wall, will ya? Don't make

spat into his palm and began cracking his

right back.

punk, calling

you going to kill yourself or not? If you're not, I'm about to help

shrugged. "Then do

What are

be clear-I'm

you guys are swinging

Kinda unfair,

taken

into laughter. "Mr.

so scared that you've lost

course we're

killers. That's kind

And we've

to chop you into

up unarmed

disrespectful to the occasion."

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