Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Henry looked at Andrew's unfocused eyes and smiled. He said, "Phantom Mirage really is incredible! No wonder Jerome treated it like a top-tier technique and kept it locked away."

Eric responded flatly, "As long as he's alive, you won't be able to take full control of Goldridge's headquarters."

Henry shook his head. "Now that he's escaped, there's no point talking about it, but the injuries he sustained are fatal. Combined with the Frostblossom poison, he'd be crippled even if he survives. A crippled leader means nothing to me!"

Eric warned, "You know what kind of martial arts prodigy Dad is. I advise you not to get too overconfident. Besides, there's another secret technique in his residence. Mr. Fischer, haven't you always coveted that Inferno Strike technique? Did you find it?"

Henry's brow furrowed tightly. "I didn't find it. We turned that entire side hall upside down and found nothing at all. Right now, my people are searching for the rest of the headquarters, hoping to locate it somewhere else."

Eric shook his head directly. "If it's not in the side hall, then there's no point searching anywhere else. Dad is a straightforward man, and he wouldn't hide a martial art like Inferno Strike in some hidden vault. He either destroyed it... or took it with him."

"If that's really the case, then the

withdrew his hands and glanced at Andrew with contempt. "He's now completely trapped in the stupor I've created! Right now, if you tell him to die, he'll die. Whatever you

pleased and laughed heartily. "A pawn this useful? I'm not about to waste him. I need a capable right-hand man in Goldridge, and Andrew will

need to do this several more times. Activating Phantom Mirage takes a great toll on my energy reserves. If you want total control over him and turn him into a puppet, I'll need at

is too long... I'll give you ten days

you're in such a

he could not make out what they were saying clearly. He could not help but feel anxious. If he could

like his whole body was soaked in warm water. It was comfortable and gentle, yet slowly dragging him deeper, like a slow creep of disaster,

at a loss for how to respond. Suddenly,

that burning sensation came again. This time it was not just heat, but like a searing iron had pressed into