Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rising from the Ashes: Kabanata 1661 - Kabanata 1670

Just like that, three days had passed. Andrew turned down everyone's offer to come with him. He only brought Shiloh and Lauren. Meanwhile, Aspen was tied up with Freya, busy launching their new entertainment company. Francesca looked at him with worried eyes and said, "Honey, please, you can't get hurt. If anything happens to you, I don't think I can go on living!" Andrew rolled his eyes. "Relax, I'm not about to leave you all widowed." Shiloh urged, "Let's go already. The sooner we deal with Joe, the sooner I can get back to making money!" Lauren groaned. "Shiloh, you're living in the best place in the capital. You eat well and have everything you need, and Andrew, who's practically loaded, is covering it all. So why do you still need to make money?" Shiloh shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do I need a reason to make money? Even if I owned all the money in the world, I'd still go out and earn more! Besides, I can't rely on Andrew forever. I want t

As Andrew looked up toward the upper bleachers, a figure cloaked in black with hands tucked inside wide sleeves gazed back down at him. Walter's eyes were expressionless, like a still, bottomless lake. He had not come today to interfere but was simply here to witness Andrew's sudden and brutal downfall. Andrew had no idea what kind of venom Walter harbored in his heart. Even if he knew, he would not have cared. He climbed up into the ring, shrugging off his jacket to loosen up before the fight. Lauren stepped forward, caught his coat, and gave him a fist bump. "You got this, honey!" Andrew grinned. "Don't worry." Joe remained expressionless, but the slight twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed the storm brewing inside him. "She even calls you 'honey'. So, you two are already that close?" His voice was cold. Andrew chuckled. "Mr. Driscoll, have you ever even been in a relationship?" Joe snapped, "Answer me. Otherwise, I might not be able to hold back later." Andr

With a devastating strike like a raging dragon breaching the sea, Joe obliterated the spot where Andrew had just been standing. The ring's foundation exploded, leaving a gaping hole beneath the floorboards. However, Andrew vanished in a blur. He dodged again and again, his speed suddenly soaring. "Mr. Driscoll, what's the matter? Didn't you take your protein shake today?" Andrew taunted, his voice light and teasing. Joe's face darkened as he gave chase relentlessly. Their fight had already reached a level where even the spectators could barely track their movements, and every exchange was a blur of speed and power. Waves of violent energy rippled across the ring, so intense that even those watching below felt their breath catch from the sheer pressure. Gary's mouth hung open in disbelief. "Is this what peak martial arts looks like? This is unreal! Mr. Driscoll's insane. He's like one of those legendary fighters you only see in old-school movies! But Andrew is holding his gr

Joe clutched his chest and roared, "Walter, stand down!" However, Walter completely ignored him, his eyes blazing with malicious intent that seemed almost tangible. His outstretched claws viciously grabbed toward Andrew's skull. Andrew instantly turned around. The incoming aura stung his skin like icy needles but also sparked a wave of killing intent deep in his chest. He locked eyes with the charging Walter and was about to meet the blow head-on. Suddenly, a small figure shot out in front of him. A flying kick slammed into Walter's ribs, intercepting the attack mid-air. Andrew blinked in surprise. "Shiloh?" Shiloh's long hair, tied behind her head, floated as if caught in an unseen breeze. She said indifferently, "You're hurt. Rest for a bit. I'll deal with this shameless castrato." In that moment, Shiloh's entire demeanor shifted, appearing cold, sharp, and ruthless. Her petite body launched into the air, soaring about five meters before closing the distance again. T

Inside the club, Walter was covered in blood with his clothes torn to shreds as he crawled out from a pile of debris. He hissed through clenched teeth, "That bitch, I swear I won't rest until you're dead!" His killing intent still radiated dangerously. However, anyone with eyes could see it was pure bluff, a last-ditch act of pride from a man hanging by a thread. Meanwhile, Joe sat in the center of a circle formed by Liliana, Gary, and the others. He was meditating, trying to restore his energy. When he opened his eyes and saw Walter limping forward, his face turned to ice. He asked coldly, "Who told you to interfere?" Walter gritted his teeth. "That little punk had no honor and dared to injure you, Mr. Driscoll. Of course, I had to tear him apart!" Joe was silent for a moment before replying bitterly, "Andrew didn't break any rules. I lost to him because I wasn't strong enough." When these words came out, Liliana and the others looked completely bewildered. Joe was a prod