Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2849 The hunters from Holtrien might show up, yet Andrew no longer cared about any of that. Nothing mattered right now. In his territory, whoever came would end up crawling home in tears. Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, Andrew walked into the City of Hope. According to the local rules, you had to pay 1000 Meurico dollars to enter the city, so Andrew smiled and handed over 1500 instead. He even made sure the extra 500 looked intentional while a few shiny gold bars in his pocket peeked out on purpose.

The gang member collecting money at the gate immediately perked up as if he had just snorted something strong. Showing off wealth while traveling was the number-one rule you never broke, yet this guy was walking around flashing gold without a care. So in their eyes, if he ended up dead and robbed tonight, he had only himself to blame. Andrew kept that smile plastered on his face as he walked into the city's biggest, most bustling bar, the Night Rose. The moment he walked in, the air shook with heavy beats, electronic blasts, and bass that vibrated straight into your bones.

There were blonde women in barely-there outfits swinging around steel poles in the center of the dance floor, while the ---- room reeked of cheap cigarettes and spilled liquor. The smile on Andrew's face grew even wider. He walked up to the bar and said, in flawless local slang, "A vodka shot." The bartender was a woman with thick brown curls, bold red lipstick, and a body that could stop traffic. Her thighs were thick and powerful, squeezed into denim shorts that barely held on. Andrew glanced at her casually and half-wondered if those shorts might split right down the middle.

"Such a pretty boy," she purred as she slid him a drink, her eyes filled with curiosity. "You're bold to come alone to the City of Hope." Andrew did not respond. He simply picked up the vodka and threw it back in one burning swallow. The sharp burn down his throat felt incredible. The woman blinked in surprise, clearly impressed that he could down a vodka shot like it was nothing, She licked her lips before giving him a coy smile. "You're definitely a real man. So how about we have a little fun tonight?" Andrew finally looked at her with a faint smile.

She was older, probably pushing 40, and even though her makeup was simple, her skin still showed the roughness of life out here. ---- The City of Hope sat deep in the desert wastelands, and the place thrived on danger, so all the young beauties were quickly ruined by powerful men and violent criminals. Women who survived into their 40s with a job in a top bar were either lucky or well-connected, and she probably had enough backing to live better than most. Then again, to Andrew, that was all she was. "Sorry.

I'm not interested." After his flat rejection, he leaned back against the bar and watched the chaotic swirl of bodies dancing under neon lights. Yet, the bartender only grew more intrigued by him. She boldly reached for his chest, and when he grabbed her hand, she still did not shy away. Instead, she gave him a teasing look and hooked her finger against his palm. She tilted her head and ran her tongue over her lips. "There aren't many Eastern guys in the City of Hope. Though one as handsome as you? First time I've seen one.

If you keep me company tonight, you'll never pay for a drink here again." Andrew chuckled and tightened his grip on her hand. Instead of pulling away, she looked even more defiant. He asked, amused, " You're that desperate to get laid?" Places like this required bluntness to fit in. ---- The woman froze for a second, then gritted her teeth and said, " Yeah, I'm desperate. But can you even handle me? I'm afraid | might break you if | sit on you."