Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2849

The hunters from Holtrien might show up, yet Andrew no longer cared about any of that. Nothing mattered right now. In his territory, whoever came would end up crawling home in tears.

Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, Andrew walked into the City of Hope. According to the local rules, you had to pay 1000 Meurico dollars to enter the city, so Andrew smiled and handed over 1500 instead. He even made sure the extra 500 looked intentional while a few shiny gold bars in his pocket peeked out on purpose.

The gang member collecting money at the gate immediately perked up as if he had just snorted something strong.

Showing off wealth while traveling was the number-one rule you never broke, yet this guy was walking around flashing gold without a care. So in their eyes, if he ended up dead and robbed tonight, he had only himself to blame.

Andrew kept that smile plastered on his face as he walked into the city's biggest, most bustling bar, the Night Rose. The moment he walked in, the air shook with heavy beats, electronic blasts, and bass that vibrated straight into your bones.

There were blonde women in barely-there outfits swinging around steel poles in the center of the dance floor, while the room reeked of cheap cigarettes and spilled liquor.

The smile on Andrew's face grew even wider. He walked up to the bar and said, in flawless local slang, "A vodka shot."

The bartender was a woman with thick brown curls, bold red lipstick, and a body that could stop traffic. Her thighs were thick and powerful, squeezed into denim shorts that barely held on.

Andrew glanced at her casually and half-wondered if those shorts might split right down the middle.

"Such a pretty boy," she purred as she slid him a drink, her eyes filled with curiosity. "You're bold to come alone to the City of Hope."

Andrew did not respond. He simply picked up the vodka and threw it back in one burning swallow.

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