Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 1967 "Also, it's not a small amount either... It's over ten billion!" Andrew's expression remained as calm as still water as he stated this matter-of-factly. Ronald snorted, "| can return the money exactly as it was." Andrew waved his hand dismissively. "No need! | have a habit: money spent stays spent." Ronald narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Andy, you're forcing me into a corner. Well, | have a rule too. Money's great, but life is more important.

If | don't want to do something, no one can make me." Andrew replied with detached calm, "Ronald, think about it again. In this world, there are some things you might not want to do, but you don't get a choice." Ronald gave a harsh laugh. "Andrew, should | take that as a threat? Are you out of your mind? I'm the Dragon King of Blumedale's underworld, the Onyx Dragon King. If you're trying to play gangster games with me, you're in way over your head." His anger flared up instantly.

He could not believe that this punk actually dared to threaten him. Did Andrew think he was some pushover? ---- Andrew's gaze hardened. "So what you're saying is, we're done talking?" Ronald snorted, chin raised. "Sorry. I've got my own problems." Andrew grew impatient. "Just tell me if we can talk this through or not." Ronald exploded in frustration, "No! Screw this. You want to get yourself killed, and I'm not playing along, That's it!" Andrew smiled.

"Aaron, and everyone else, please step aside a bit." Aaron was confused, not knowing what Andrew intended to do. Nonetheless, he instinctively stepped back two paces, moving away from Ronald. The others also retreated from the office. Ronald sneered coldly, "What? Are you going to try to intimidate me, Mr. Lloyd? Let's not pretend I'm afraid of you. My guys are downstairs. Just one call from me and..." He did not even finish his sentence. Andrew had already made his move.

He was quick like lightning, shoving the massive desk aside and lunging forward. ---- Ronald barely caught a blur of movement before his neck exploded with pain, feeling like it was about to snap. He was utterly terrified, wondering how Andrew could be so fast and so strong. Ronald was, after all, a formidable martial king. Yet at this moment, with his neck gripped by Andrew, he felt like nothing more than a torn rag doll Ronald's body hit the wall hard, blood spraying from his nose and mouth.

He coughed violently, terror in his eyes. "Y-You already have the power of a martial saint? That's impossible!" Andrew withdrew his hand, his smile ice-cold. "Ronald, now... can you handle my job or not?" Ronald nodded frantically, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his face. "Yes, of course | can! Andy, what are you saying? It's just a small matter. I'll get it done perfectly." His sudden cooperation was night and day compared to moments earlier.

Aaron stood frozen, swallowing hard, the shock in his chest as deep as Ronald's. A martial saint was someone beyond the rules entirely. One man like that could wipe out every underworld power in Blumedale. At this point, resistance was pointless, and it was better to just obey. ---- Andrew settled back into his seat with leisurely composure. Aaron did not hesitate for a second and immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Lloyd, I've already tracked down Walter's whereabouts.

When do you need the information?" Andrew gave a thin smile. "Aaron, are you joking? | told you to find him, so of course, the sooner, the better. Now tell me every single detail, not one word missing. | want to send that bastard straight to hell."