All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 941 - Chapter 950

Quinton's face darkened. "Andrew, you already beat up Winston and fed him poison. You've crossed the Wright family. I also heard you recently pissed off the Golding family from Blumedale." He clicked his tongue and continued, "Even if I decided to let you off the hook, the Goldings definitely won't." Andrew scoffed. "So what? Are you trying to say that if I hand over the pill formulas, you'll protect me?" Quinton's voice dropped low. "Exactly. As long as you give me both formulas, I'll call it even between you and the Wright family. And as for the Goldings, I'll make sure they leave you alone. You'll never have to worry about them again." Andrew replied flatly, "Fuck off." Quinton's eyes narrowed as his voice turned icy. "I've been polite, but it seems like you really don't know when to quit. Andrew, you better think carefully about what you're doing." He continued, "Elon lost to you because he underestimated you. Winston got wrecked because he was too green and didn't know

"Right this way, sir!" Finley led the charge, proudly striding into Moonlit Apothecary with over a dozen elite fighters from the Hidden Dragons crew marching behind him. Today, Finley was in the best mood he had had in weeks. The Hidden Dragons had finally sent a heavy hitter to back him up. After being humiliated time and time again by Andrew, today was the day he would settle the score—old grudges and new. "If you're here for medical treatment, then please take a seat," Francesca said coldly. "But if you're here to start trouble, sorry, Moonlit Apothecary doesn't play nice." Finley snorted and scoffed. "Francesca, cut the tough girl act! I know Andrew's basically running the underground scene in Jayrodale now, but so what? With Mr. Thurman here in person, Andrew's just a mangy mutt—he's nothing worth worrying about!" With that, Finley gave a respectful nod to the man beside him. "Mr. Thurman, this is the place—Moonlit Apothecary. The Titan Essence Pill that my grand-uncle wan

Nyla and Francesca stood frozen, eyes wide with awe. Phantom Eye's strike had left them stunned—and more than a little starstruck. He was a legendary veteran from Blumedale, a semi-martial king, and to two young women, his power and presence were downright intoxicating. However, what really shocked them was Andrew. If Phantom Eye was fierce, then Andrew was pure destruction. He moved like a human wrecking ball, demolishing everything in his path with overwhelming force. Francesca's legs trembled uncontrollably. She finally realized why Andrew left her weak and sore every night like her whole body was falling apart. She finally understood that Andrew's strength was on a completely different level. Even if she tried her hardest, clinging to him with everything she had, she probably could not handle the full impact of his insane energy. "Andrew! You and I haven't even had a real fight yet!" Finley roared, watching Andrew crush his crew. "Today, I'll show you the difference be

That night, Andrew drove Francesca back to the villa on the hill. "Andrew, you were amazing today. Even Finley couldn't beat you!" Francesca exclaimed, her gaze flickering away from his. Andrew raised a brow. "What's wrong, Fran? You've been acting weird the whole way home." Francesca's cheeks turned red. "It's nothing… I just think we should sleep in separate rooms tonight." Andrew smirked. "What, your period came?" "Shut up!" Francesca snapped, her face burning. "Can't a girl just want some space?" Andrew grabbed her wrist, his voice firm. "Nope." She struggled for a moment before giving up. "Ugh, you're such a jerk!" Blushing, she dove under the covers. If she could not fight him, she might as well enjoy it. With another night of aching muscles coming, she could not help but feel both nervous and excited. She thought Andrew had way too much energy. However, just as she braced herself, Andrew suddenly said, "Get some rest tonight. I need to train." Before she c

Shawn lay on the ground, his face filled with terror. "That security guy is terrifying! He's absolutely terrifying!" "I brought a whole crew, and he took them all down!" His voice trembled as he raised his hand, revealing a knife still embedded in his palm. The sight was downright gruesome. Quinton's expression turned dark. "You're useless. I gave you one simple task, and you screwed it up!" "Also, why the hell are you coming to me? Go to a hospital, idiot!" He waved Shawn away in disgust, not wanting to ruin his mood any further. Shawn stole one last lingering glance at Christina before scurrying off to get his wound treated. Christina, her tone indifferent, said, "Mr. Wright, you shouldn't associate with garbage like that." Quinton raised an eyebrow. "You're talking about Shawn?" She nodded. "Yeah. He's mediocre at best. He's not worth your time or investment." Quinton smirked. "I never planned on investing in him. He's just a mutt from Jayrodale, useful for the momen