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.

for a whole week. As time passed, more people joined in the verbal attacks against Andrew, the Chamber of Commerce chairman. Andrew

pride and joy of the Driscoll family, would still stand

Driscoll, what exactly are

do you

smirked. "Let's be real. Are you

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

why are you here every day,

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

"If you're trying to ask about Lauren, then forget it! You remember our agreement, right?

I

you have

respect you. When it comes to winning women, I

secretly wary. "Mr. Driscoll, you're suddenly being so reasonable and humble. You're not plotting

a scheme! I just wanted to ask you where Ms. Greene went.

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

more embarrassed and did not speak, but

his stomach. "Mr. Driscoll, are you trying to kill

Don't tell me... you've got a

huffed, clearly annoyed, and stormed off. He acted

was retreating with his