Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2871

Everyone inside and outside of the restaurant felt their blood run cold. People from these lawless regions had seen their fair share of violence and bloodshed, but they had never seen someone strike as brutally and as fast as Marshall did.

He was clearly a big shot, and his combat skills were absolutely terrifying. Instantly, the townspeople realized just how serious this situation had become.

Marshall sat back down, ready to continue his unfinished meal. However, the steak was splattered with streaks of dark red from the blood that had sprayed onto it earlier.

Disgust and contempt flashed across his face. The food was no longer worth eating.

What he did not know was that his leftover steak could have bought him a pure, young girl for the night in this town. Out here in the wasteland, food was scarce, and anyone who could afford premium cuts of steak was either rich or powerful.

Two men came rushing over, their faces dark with anger.

"What's the meaning of this? Why would you kill my men for no reason?" the first man demanded furiously. His right hand stayed tucked under his leather coat, ready to draw at any moment.

Marshall glanced at him dismissively and said flatly, "Who the hell are you?"

The man had rough features, and his face twisted with rage. "I'm the mayor of this town, Alec Kent! I don't care who you are or where you're from. You killed my men on my turf, so you're going to pay for it. Give me 200 thousand dollars, or you stay here until your family comes through with ransom money!"

Marshall laughed. It was a laugh full of contempt, the kind that came from someone looking down on all living things.

Someone daring to extort the Ludendorff family in the wastelands was a rare joke indeed. It was the first time he had ever encountered something so absurd.

Marshall said coldly, "I'm in a bad mood, so you'd better get lost while you still can. Otherwise, you'll end up just like your garbage subordinates: dead."

After that, he walked toward the exit, only to suddenly stop and turn back.

His indifferent gaze locked onto Alec. "By the way, about two hours before I got here, did a Holtrien man pass through your town?"

Alec's outstretched hand, still demanding payment, was severed cleanly at the wrist. Blood sprayed everywhere as the severed hand rolled across the floor.

Alec let out an earth-shattering shriek, nearly passing out from the pain.

"Kill him! Kill him now!" he roared.

Gunfire erupted instantly, but it was useless. Every bullet stopped about an inch from Marshall's body, held in place by an invisible force.

Marshall's eyes flashed blood-red for just a moment. In a blur, he flashed through the room repeatedly like a lightning-fast harvesting machine.

When his figure finally came to a stop, everything was over. More than a dozen gunmen, the entire armed force of the town, were all dead.