Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2179

Andrew quickly grabbed the daggers from the two assassins whose heads he had just blown apart.

Then, a massacre began. Flashing steel and screams filled the air.

Andrew moved like an enraged dragon, cutting through from one end of the alley straight to the other, reaching the alley's entrance. He lowered his blades and spun half a step as bright red blood flowed down the smooth surfaces of the daggers, dripping onto the ground.

Soon, it formed a thick stream of blood.

"Good blades!" he praised, then released his grip.

The two daggers immediately sliced straight into the concrete pavement like it was nothing. Behind him, the trench coat assassins stiffened for a breath before collapsing one by one, their faces frozen in terror even in death.

From the other side of the alley, the braided assassin among the two remaining men began applauding.

"Beautiful. Truly beautiful. 23 of the Cunningham family's elite, all wiped out just like that. Do you realize those 23 men were worth twenty-three billion? And you butchered them without blinking. Such a waste of money, don't you think?"

Though he seemed to be expressing sympathy, there was not an ounce of compassion in his voice. Instead, it carried a thick undertone of cruelty and bloodlust. It was as if the dead were not people at all, but 23 disposable mannequins.

He kept clapping as he walked closer, his braids whipping and bells chiming. "Now it's my turn to send you to hell. Oh, and the name's Hugo Brennan, from the beautiful snowy mountains of the West."

Grinning at Andrew, Hugo suddenly vanished from his original position! When he reappeared, he was already at Andrew's side. His iron-gloved hands pressed down viciously toward Andrew's head.

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Meanwhile, at the Knowles estate.

Hakeem's skeletal face showed no expression whatsoever. He neither confirmed nor denied Elijah's words. He simply stood there motionless, not sitting down and barely moving at all. Only occasionally would he lower his head to check his wristwatch.

Time passed minute by minute, and even Harold's patience was nearly exhausted.

Opening his mouth, Harold said with an ingratiating smile, "Mr. Hakeem, about the other side, do you think…"

Before he could finish speaking, Hakeem suddenly shuddered as if his body had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Immediately after, Hakeem lowered his head once more to look at his wristwatch. This timepiece was specially customized, and it was connected to his younger brother Hugo's life signal!

At that very moment, the signal flatlined into a stark green bar. It meant only one thing: Hugo was dead.