Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1916

Each of Zeke's men wore expressions of disdain and viciousness. One shouted, "Big Z, do it already! Take that punk out first!"

"And that stuck-up bitch too. So what if she's from Blumedale? This is Verhampton Valley, and we don't back down from anyone!"

Another chimed in, "There are over 100 of us! Hell, even if we all just spit on them, we could drown these little nobodies!"

The gang burst into boisterous laughter, completely unhinged and fearless.

Chantelle's face was ice cold, and she opened her mouth to speak.

However, Andrew gently tugged her back and stepped forward. "There's no point talking to them. And really, what's there to say to a bunch of low-life thugs like these? In places like this, fists speak louder than words. Watch Hank, and wait for me right here."

With that, Andrew walked toward the crowd of over 100 gang members alone. His figure looked thin, small, and vulnerable in comparison, like he didn't stand a chance.

With every step he took, his presence grew stronger, heavier. He was like a beast charging downhill. He broke into a full sprint, barreling toward the mob with unstoppable force.

One man going up against 100? Even Eric, Hank, and Cole could not help but watch, eyes locked on the scene. After all, fighting one versus 100 was no joke.

Zeke gritted his teeth. "Take that cocky bastard out! Kill him!"

He backed off to the rear, puffing on his cigarette while watching intently.

Zeke's men roared. They were not just for show and were truly ruthless. They swung their blades and charged straight at Andrew without hesitation.

In Verhampton Valley, Zeke was king for a reason. He ruled by fear; his men did not fear death and were always ready to fight dirty.

Nonetheless, there was a rule in this world: cowards feared the fearless, the fearless feared the insane.

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