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!"

Henry hit the gas and started driving. Along the way, he picked up some

got in the car and asked with a fawning

coldly, "One of Goldridge's major

as he stammered, "T-The Yeagers won't be easy

"Even if they're not easy to deal with, we're still going to deal with them! If the Yeagers don't cooperate, I'll leave it to

Andrew sitting nearby. "Him? Can he handle

a chess piece in my hands that goes wherever I point him. All you need to do is back him up when

you're saying this mutt's already been conquered by Mr.

expression remained indifferent. "Do whatever you

hands together with

you little punk, do you still remember

replied blankly, "I remember... You're a

he quickly flew into a rage. "Mr. Fischer, this little bastard is perfectly fine! Look,

out without thought or filter. For all you know, calling you an idiot