Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3010

Alonzo reminded him, "Remember, you need to watch your attitude. Based on how arrogant and sharp Andrew has shown himself to be, if you act too high and mighty, he probably won't buy it and might even get pissed off. If that happens, it'll be counterproductive. Understand?"

Cyril's face was full of humiliation. "I understand. But may I suggest someone else go to negotiate with Andrew? After all, I've had a direct confrontation with him before."

Alonzo waved a hand dismissively. "No need. Precisely because you've met him, you're the right person. Past conflicts don't matter anymore, Cyril. At this point, you are likely no match for him. So, you should know what to do to protect yourself and the family."

Cyril looked pained. "Fine. I'll set out immediately."

Of course, Cyril knew what he needed to do to protect himself and the family. He would have to bow, beg for mercy, force a smile, and flatter Andrew.

Yet, he was a martial god, one of the Ludendorff family's pillars, and Andrew had been his prey not long ago. He never imagined the roles would reverse so quickly. Now it was his turn to beg and play the subordinate.

The thought alone filled Cyril with resentment, made it hard to bear, and ignited his fury.

Just then, a figure seated in a wheelchair was pushed into the hall. His entire body was covered with a dense array of medical instruments, completely immobilized. Only his eyes, stark white and filled with infinite hatred and distortion, darted around.

Alonzo and the others frowned upon seeing this.

"Prescott, you should be resting and recovering. Why are you out here?" one of the family elders reprimanded.

Prescott, in the wheelchair, flushed red, his lips trembling with rage. "I want revenge. Uncle Alonzo, please let me go with Cyril to Abyss City. I'll make sure Andrew dies this time."

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