Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1705

Shortly after Andrew and his group left, a black Mercedes slowly pulled up to the alley entrance and stopped.

The driver glanced inside and immediately showed an expression of utter disbelief. "Mr. Byrne, Ezra and the others… They…"

He trembled for a long moment, unable to get the words out.

Marcelo sat in the back seat, his spine straight, saying nothing. After a long silence, he coldly ordered, "Drive!"

The driver was sweating profusely. "But all our men are dead. Who the hell did this? Are we just going to let this slide?"

Marcelo replied indifferently, "It doesn't matter who did it. In the end, they'll all have to die! I underestimated Andrew, that's for sure!"

The driver kept swallowing hard, thinking this was not just a case of underestimating Andrew.

Ezra was a genuine martial king. He was fierce and battle-hardened, and he was not someone ordinary martial artists could handle.

Yet now, he was just lying there on the ground, his corpse probably stone cold by now.

In all these years, the three Dragon Kings of Blumedale's underground had never suffered such a massive loss. If word got out that one of them had actually lost a martial king, it would cause an uproar.

…

Cillian's wake would continue for a whole week. As time passed, more people joined in the verbal attacks against Andrew, the Chamber of Commerce chairman.

Andrew could not have cared less and simply ignored them. Every morning, he continued his rain-or-shine training sessions with his four top students.

Meanwhile, Joe, the pride and joy of the Driscoll family, would still stand across the lake watching his training.

Andrew finally had enough and asked, "Mr. Driscoll, what exactly are you trying to do here?"

Joe frowned. "What do you mean? I'm not bothering you."

Andrew smirked. "Let's be real. Are you trying to steal my training techniques?"

Joe's expression turned stiff. "Andrew, you're insulting me! Your methods are undeniably solid. I can tell you have a military background, and your fundamentals are tight. But I've never needed to copy anyone. I don't need to."

Andrew chuckled. "Then why are you here every day, just loitering?"

Dylan jogged over, grinning. "Mr. Lloyd, I think I'm about to break through!"

Andrew nodded. "That's great, but hold it back a bit. Take a couple of pills later and push through that bottleneck in one go."

Dylan beamed. "You got it! And as a thank-you, Mr. Lloyd, tonight's on me. Spa package—full service, if you catch my drift!"

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Knock it off. Let's talk business. What's the update on that thing I asked you to look into?"

Dylan straightened up. "Already got the info. Mason's three sons are all complete weirdos!"

Andrew grinned, "Oh? How so?"

Dylan looked exasperated. "I can't really explain it in just a few words. Mr. Lloyd, you should come see for yourself!"

Later, Andrew called Rachel and Logan over. With Dylan driving, they immediately headed out!

In the car, Rachel looked puzzled. "Mr. Lloyd, are you really planning to help one of Mason's sons take over? We just helped Mason rise to power, and now we're supporting his son. Isn't the Ulrich family changing leadership a bit too frequently?"