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!"

and started driving. Along

with a fawning smile, "Mr.

of Goldridge's major

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

to deal with them! If the

at Andrew sitting nearby. "Him? Can he handle

my hands that goes wherever I point him. All you need to do is back him up when the

"So you're saying this mutt's already been conquered by

remained indifferent.

his hands together with a sinister smile. He addressed

punk, do

"I remember... You're a

rage. "Mr. Fischer, this little bastard is

mind's numb now. Whatever he says comes out without thought or filter. For all you know, calling you an idiot might've been a