Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1835

Matthew exploded with fury, his aura surging outward in a shockwave of rage. "Who the hell dares threaten to kill my son? If you've got the guts, then step out and say it to my face!"

All eyes turned, instinctively locking onto Andrew's direction. Eventually, he strolled casually into the central aisle of the grand hall.

He looked straight at Matthew and said flatly, "I said it. Got a problem with that, Mr. Yeager Senior?"

Matthew roared, "Who the hell are you? Name yourself! The Yeagers don't waste time killing nobodies!"

Andrew gave a sharp chuckle. "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that Joseph lost, and you just can't seem to handle it."

Matthew's eyelid twitched violently as he growled, "Listen, the Yeagers are a noble family of Goldridge. If you knew our name, you wouldn't dare say such things!"

Andrew scoffed. "I don't give a damn if you're the Yeagers, the Wallaces, or Goldridge royalty! Tell Joseph to admit defeat and get the hell out. Zachary's the real winner here!"

His patience had reached its limit. Matthew, just like Calvin, was way too full of himself.

Matthew had not expected Andrew to still hold his ground after hearing who he was. "If he refuses to surrender, are you really going to have Zachary kill him?"

He glared at Andrew, murderous intent pouring from his eyes. If this were not Jerome's territory, he would have already called for a Yeager elite to wipe the floor with him.

Andrew raised a brow. "So you're saying he won't admit defeat?"

Matthew hissed coldly, "No, he won't. So what can you do about it?"

In his mind, this nobody did not have the nerve or the power to back up his threats.

Andrew gave a chilling smile. "Zachary, end him."

Without a moment of hesitation, Zachary tightened his elbow. With two sharp cracks, Joseph's breathing was cut off, and his throat began to constrict.

"Dad, h-help me… H-He's really going to kill me! Quick, s-save… me!"

His face turned blue, his voice cracking and fading as the air left his lungs.

Matthew could not believe what he was seeing.

This madman really dared to follow through?

"You bastard!" With a furious roar, Matthew shot into the air.

Matthew's face instantly darkened. "We surrender! Release Joseph right now!"

He forced the words out through clenched teeth, practically choking on them.

As soon as Joseph was released, he bolted to safety, trembling in fear. Andrew's energy had shaken him to the core.

Matthew grabbed Joseph by the shoulder and turned to leave without another word. However, his icy, venom-laced voice echoed through the hall behind him.

"The Yeagers won't forget this grudge! You've got two choices: vanish from Goldridge forever, or wait for us to send you six feet under!"

Andrew remained unfazed and handed two hemostasis pills to Zachary.

As the rest of the crowd watched, stunned into silence, whispers spread like wildfire.

"Is this guy serious? Or is he just putting on a front?"

"Mr. Yeager Senior practically threatened murder, and he still didn't flinch?"

"The Yeagers are rich, powerful, and ruthless. Even if that guy's strong, how can one man possibly take on a whole family like that?"