Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 2004

---- Chapter 2004 Several steel rebar pieces from underground whistled through the air with a sharp whooshing sound. Before the remaining Driscoll family fighters could even grunt, their foreheads were pierced clean through with bloody holes. Just like that, they followed Scarlett straight to hell in perfect unison. The sight made Andrew grin. However, Franklin had actually escaped. Even with all four limbs. broken except for part of his spine, the martial saint had managed to crawl away.

His survival instinct was impressive, but Andrew was not the kind of man to let prey slip away; that would be unworthy of someone once called a master of annihilation. Following the trail of blood, Andrew stepped out of the Driscoll Corporation building. Franklin had already dragged himself dozens of feet away, using pure inner energy to force movement into his shattered arms as he clawed across the ground. Shaking his head, Andrew strolled after him. He asked, "I really don't get you.

despair. "Before I die, I just want to know who you are, really? There's no way someone like you could exist in

you earned this. Killing you today is just returning the debt. Don't struggle, or if I miss my mark, your skull might burst." Franklin let out a ragged laugh. "Fate... It's all damned fate. I spent decades

my early years is coming back to collect now. "Andrew, to die by the hands of someone like you... I have no complaints, no hatred. Before I die, I only ask one thing... Let me see my only son." Andrew stood over him. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry. I'm not waiting for your son to get here." ---- Franklin's battered frame looked beyond pitiful. "Andrew,

of mercy?" Andrew's face stayed cold, his eyes as frigid as an eternal glacier. "My mercy is only for the kind-hearted. Do you think you qualify? Showing you mercy would be a waste. I'd rather give it toa dog." Franklin's voice trembled.

man who hesitated would never stay on top, and when Andrew's killing intent ignited, it was absolute. Yet, as always, just when the moment came, someone had to interfere. The rapid stomp of boots sounded as over a dozen assault rifles closed in from the side. A row of vehicles with