Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Shortly after Andrew and his group left, a black Mercedes slowly pulled up to the alley entrance and stopped.

The driver glanced inside and immediately showed an expression of utter disbelief. "Mr. Byrne, Ezra and the others... They..."

He trembled for a long moment, unable to get the words out.

Marcelo sat in the back seat, his spine straight, saying nothing. After a long silence, he coldly ordered, "Drive!"

The driver was sweating profusely. "But all our men are dead. Who the hell did this? Are we just going to let this slide?"

Marcelo replied indifferently, "It doesn't matter who did it. In the end, they'll all have to die! I underestimated Andrew, that's for sure!"

The driver kept swallowing hard, thinking this was not just a case of underestimating Andrew.

Ezra was a genuine martial king. He was fierce and battle-hardened, and he was not someone ordinary martial artists could handle.

Yet now, he was just lying there on the ground, his corpse probably stone cold by

now.

In all these years, the three Dragon Kings of Blumedale's underground had never suffered such a massive loss. If word got out that one of them had actually lost a martial king, it would cause an uproar.

Chamber of Commerce chairman. Andrew could not have cared less and simply ignored them. Every morning, he continued his rain-or-shine training

the pride and joy of the Driscoll family, would still stand across the

finally had enough and asked, "Mr. Driscoll, what exactly are you trying to

you mean?

Are you trying to steal my

I can tell you have a military background, and your fundamentals

you here

and stammered for a long time, "Well... I wanted to

trying to ask about Lauren, then forget it! You remember our agreement, right? You lost,

I remember. We're both. men, and I won't be so

you have

When it comes to winning women, I admit I can't compete with

suddenly being so reasonable and humble.

just wanted to ask you where Ms.

telling me that recently you've been staking out here shamelessly just to

looked even more embarrassed and did not speak,

burst into laughter, holding his stomach. "Mr. Driscoll,

got

off. He acted

with his tail between his