Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

That was the beauty of advanced martial arts. The more one trained, the more energized and focused they would become.

Of course, if they lost control, it could backfire fast, leaving their mind agitated and eventually going completely mad.

Henry was dressed in workout clothes and got up even earlier than office workers. By 5 a.m., he was already practicing his breathing techniques and combat drills in the villa courtyard.

At 6 a.m. sharp, he sat down for breakfast. By 6.30 a.m., he grabbed Andrew by the shoulder and dragged him out the door.

The man might have been a feared figure across Goldridge now, but essentially, he was just another poor soul trapped in the grind of endless work. Andrew silently mourned for him... for a brief second.

"Today, I'm putting you to the test! You'll follow my commands, no questions!" Henry barked at Andrew.

Andrew's face stayed blank, like a lifeless puppet.

Henry ordered, "Get in the car!"

Then, Henry hit the gas and started driving. Along the way, he

the car and asked with a fawning smile, "Mr. Fischer, which family are we taking on

of Goldridge's major

eyelid twitched as he stammered, "T-The Yeagers won't be easy to deal

if they're not easy to deal with, we're still going to deal with them! If the Yeagers don't cooperate,

Andrew sitting nearby. "Him?

wherever I point him.

"So you're saying this mutt's already been conquered by Mr. Humphrey's Phantom Mirage?

remained indifferent. "Do whatever you

together with a

little punk, do you still remember

remember...

but he quickly flew into a rage. "Mr. Fischer, this little bastard

without thought or filter. For