Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

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Chapter 899

Phantom Eye was not dead, but by the time he was dragged to

West End, his condition certainly was not any better than

Micheal's. His internal organs were wrecked, his jaw was fractured,

and he had a concussion. On top of that, several of his nerves were

completely shot.

"Wake him up!"

At Andrew's command, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped

over Phantom Eye's body.

His whole body jolted as he gasped awake. The second he regained

consciousness, he started coughing uncontrollably, his mouth still

dripping with blood

"You're Phantom Eye, the guy Kenny sent to pull off a rescue, huh?

" Andrew said casually. "Doesn't look like you did too well, man-

you're in pretty bad shape."

Phantom Eye's expression darkened as he scanned his

surroundings. "You're the first person who's dared to look down

on me. I might be alittle banged up right now, but killing you

would still be a piece of cake."

Andrew smirked. "Are you sure about that? You're just a little

banged up?"

Phantom Eye's face stiffened, but he refused to back down. "Of

course. I'm a ranked fighter on the Underworld Index. You think

some damn woman could really do this to me?"

Andrew did not respond. Instead, he casually motioned behind

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him. Phantom Eye and called out, "Shiloh, get over here. This

guy's talking trash about you-called you a 'damn woman'.

Aveiled Shiloh strolled forward, her movements calm and

unhurried. When Phantom Eye laid eyes on her, his entire body

shuddered, like a small animal sensing its natural predator.

Step by step, Shiloh walked toward him.

Phantom Eye's bravado cracked as he flinched. His voice wavered

as he stuttered, "H-Hey, crazy lady, what are you doing? I was just

caught off guard before! If you've got the guts, wait until I'm fully

healed, and then I'll-"

She did not wait for him to finish, and two brutal slaps landed

square on his face, sending his massive, two-hundred-pound

frame flying. He hit the ground hard, kicking up dust, and his

vision spun as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Dazed, Phantom Eye forced his head up, barely able to focus on

Shiloh's face. One bloodshot eye trembled with undisguised fear.

"L-Lady, let's talk this out," he rasped desperately. "No need for

violence... Hurting people ruins the mood, y'mow?"

His voice was hoarse, but he was obviously begging.

Phantom Eye-ranked 35 on the Underworld Index, a man whose

ego had soared through the rooftops in Blumedale's underground

scene-had just pissed himself in front of a woman.

He had no choice. He had fought at least a hundred top-tier martial

artists in his lifetime, maybe more. Yet, he had never met someone

like Shiloh.

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She looked soft, like some harmless little kitten, but the way she

fought was like a goddamn wrecking ball. She did not just beat him

-she nearly ended his entire existence.

This was a first for him, and it was a painful lesson.

"I got him back for you, just like you asked," Shiloh said, turning

to Andrew. "Didn't kill him."

Her voice was completely indifferent like she had just smacked

around some lowlife on the street. Then, with no change in

expression, she glanced down at her sneaker and sighed.

She added, "But my shoes got wrecked. You're paying me back for

them."

Andrew chuckled. "No problem at all. You and Fran can go

shopping later-she'll buy you a new pair."

Shiloh actually looked amused. "Alright. But remember-you owe

me anew pair. And I want Universoles ones."

Francesca blinked in confusion. "Wait, Shiloh, you're into

Universoles? I thought you'd prefer international brands?"

Shiloh shook her head. "Not really about liking it. Just supporting

homegrown brands."

Francesca laughed. "Damn, you're a real one. Guess I'll get a pair,

too."

Andrew sighed as he glanced at Phantom Eye's wrecked, twitching

body.

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Poor guy. He had just set foot in Jayrodale, and now he was already

half-dead.

"Phantom Eye," Andrew said, smiling down at him. "So, what do

you say? Ready to have a civilized conversation now?"

Phantom Eye did not dare make a sound. Instead, he craned his

neck, his eye darting toward the doorway.

He whispered urgently, "Wait, hold on. $-She left, right?"