Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1402

In a private estate on the outskirts of the city, a thunderous roar shook the walls.

"The Wrights will pay for this with a fate worse than death!"

The voice, full of fury and murderous rage, came from a man with a bare, muscular torso. Coiled around his body was a massive snake—he was none other than Grand Viper, ranked third on the Underground Index and infamous for his brutality.

At his feet lay White Viper's corpse, already cold.

Near him, two men sat in tense silence—Rafael and Mosby, looking tense.

Meanwhile, standing beside them was a young man dressed in black from head to toe, with long, dreadlocked hair tied back. He had a black snake tattooed across his face.

This was Black Viper, Grand Viper's other most trusted enforcer. He and White Viper had been Grand Viper's fangs—until now. Now, one of those fangs lay dead before him.

"Sir, please… You have to avenge White Viper and slaughter everyone connected to the Wrights—burn their whole damn legacy to the ground!" Black Viper hissed, his voice hoarse with grief as he knelt beside the corpse, cradling her body.

Mosby's eyelid twitched violently, thinking, "Is this guy seriously groping a dead woman?'

He saw it clearly—Black Viper's hands were fondling White Viper's breasts, and not subtly. He could not help but think Black Viper was a creep.

Rafael cleared his throat and spoke grimly. "Grand Viper, this situation… doesn't add up. To me, it doesn't look like the Wrights were behind White Viper's death."

Grand Viper's eyes burned as he growled, "Not them? Then why were the Wrights' security team dead at the scene?"

Black Viper raised his head, venom in his eyes. "Exactly! And White Viper had wounds all over her body—wounds left by them! We've never had beef with the Wrights in Blumedale!

"She went out to hunt down Andrew, not to start a damn war! So there's only one explanation—those Wrights bastards must've attacked first, and White Viper fought back."