Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2853

Anywhere in the world, strength was the most direct and useful way to express yourself, especially overwhelming strength.

Andrew followed Toby through the dirty, winding alleys of the city of Hope. It was getting late, and Andrew needed to find a place to stay for the night.

Nonetheless, there was no rush. First, he needed to find someone halfway decent to gather some information.

For instance, about Reginald's whereabouts.

It was precisely for this purpose that Andrew had lured the Razor Crew members to the bar. However, he had not expected that the Night Rose bar would also be involved in such shady business. So, he had given them a little wake-up call while he was at it.

"Sir, which country are you from?" Toby asked nervously, trying to cozy up to Andrew.

"There aren't many Easterners in the City of Hope. But the ones who can survive here are all tough guys. There are several masters from Sorya, Eastonia, and even ancient Holtrien here. These guys are seriously skilled in martial arts."

Andrew smiled. "Have you seen firsthand just how skilled they are?"

Toby's expression darkened as he exposed a scar on his chest. "This was from some punk from Eastonia who stabbed me with a sword. That punk's swordplay was razor-sharp. If I hadn't dodged fast enough, my heart would've been toast."

Andrew shook his head. Toby was mediocre overall, just at the martial king level. Someone who could hurt him but failed to kill him could only mean one thing: that punk's martial arts skills were nothing special either.

Andrew had no interest in such small fry. What he was looking for were the real big shots in City of Hope, people with actual power and access to information.

It left Toby uncertain, and he wondered just how strong Andrew truly was.

Soon, Andrew followed Toby into Razor Crew's headquarters. They took the elevator straight to the fifth floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened, at least a dozen gun barrels pointed straight at Andrew. All of the men were muscular and hostile-looking.

Andrew's expression did not change in the slightest, and the smile on his face never faded. Instead, he looked straight ahead.

This was an extravagantly luxurious hall. The floor was laid with gold bricks, and military weapons and glittering diamonds were scattered everywhere. Several scantily clad women in barely-there outfits were attending to a muscular man in a suit.