Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1992

---- Chapter 1992 While the battle at Serenity Villa was raging under the dark moonless sky, underground Blumedale at Ronald's headquarters was also filled with flashing blades and thunderous battle cries. "Sir, it's over. Our entire operation is gone," a trusted aide, bloodied and teary-eyed, stumbled to Ronald's side. Ronald's sinister face was blazing with fury. "Is the Driscoll family really going to wipe us out completely?" His subordinate broke down completely.

"We've already lost over 100 men. The attackers are Driscoll family affiliates, including elite martial artists pulled from various family branches and dozens of hired mercenaries from the martial arts world. "With all these core forces combined, we don't stand a chance against them. Sir, we need to surrender and preserve what little strength we have left!" Surrender? Ronald's weathered face twitched violently, his teeth nearly cracking. His own turf was worth more than any gilded palace.

a man who could call the shots. ---- However, surrendering would strip him of that crown and turn him into nothing more than the Driscoll family's dog, a crawling insect. Still, refusing might mean he would not even live to be a dog and would be crushed

change a thing. He swept a glance at his men and saw only fear in their eyes. His fists clenched as he made his decision: he would yield. He was not like Aaron, that hardheaded fool who refused to bend. He knew when to

of the Driscoll family's top enforcers, along with the head of a vassal family; he's a martial king himself. They're coming in strong," the aide replied. ---- Ronald took a deep breath and shouted, "Friends outside, stop the fighting, please!" However, the sounds of battle did not fade, and his men kept falling. His temper flared. "Friends, I am Ronald Potter,

and now that the Driscoll family's advance is unstoppable, and I can only beg for mercy!" At last, the fighting outside began to quiet. Soon, Ronald's battered men stumbled in and lined up to the sides as the Driscoll family's fighters strode in, chests out, steps firm At the front, the martial king family head, Mario