Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- 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, "| really don't get you.

At this point, what's the point of ---- running? Why not wait for death and go meet Solmortal in the afterlife?" Franklin's eyes went wide with horror, his expression sinking into despair. "Before | die, | just want to know who you are, really? There's no way someone like you could exist in Gabo Creek. No .. Not just Gabo Creek, the entire southern martial world couldn't produce you." Andrew replied, "You're right. I'm not from Gabo Creek, and I'm not from the south.

But asking that is pointless for a dying man. Anyway, this is called cause and effect. The day you helped the Driscoll family hurt Victoria was the day you earned this. Killing you today is just returning the debt. Don't struggle, or if | miss my mark, your skull might burst." Franklin let out a ragged laugh. "Fate... It's all damned fate. | spent decades in seclusion at the cathedral with no trouble at all, but the moment | step out, | run into someone like you.

Looks like all the evil | did in my early years is coming back to collect now. "Andrew, to die by the hands of someone like you... | have no complaints, no hatred. Before | die, | 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, I'm begging you! Let me see my only son. I'm already a total cripple, worse than Victoria ever was.

Can't you show me a shred 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. "Wealth... | have wealth beyond measure; everything I've saved for years is yours." Andrew shook his head. "That cathedral monk's money? No thanks. | wouldn't enjoy it. Save it for your next life.

Maybe buy yourself a Land Rover." Franklin wailed, his hope gone, and closed his eyes to await the end. Andrew raised his foot to crush him. A 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 special insignias screeched to a halt.

Men in black trench coats and sunglasses, their temples bulging with ---- power, fanned out to surround Andrew. At first, he thought it might be Luna coming to cause trouble again, but one look told him otherwise. They were Special Ops. Nearly a dozen agents had arrived, each radiating the pressure of a high-level martial king. One of them was even a martial saint. His massive frame strained the seams of his black uniform, muscles nearly tearing the fabric.

Striding forward in a few heavy steps, the nearly seven-foot giant stopped just in front of Andrew, leaning down slightly. His voice was deep, rough, and commanding. "Be smart. Step back and stand down. This man belongs to our chief." Andrew turned his head and smirked. "And if | don't?" The giant removed his sunglasses, revealing a face crisscrossed with scars, and sneered. "Then you die."