Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1434

Across from the Keller residence's front gate, Duncan gripped his phone as the dial tone buzzed, his expression increasingly sinister. Half his face was still swollen from earlier, and as a prominent figure in Blumedale, his current appearance was truly pathetic.

He hissed, "That little punk stole my position, beat up my son, and then slapped me…"

Grinding his teeth furiously, he roared, "I'll kill that bastard!"

Duncan had to admit that being slapped around by Andrew earlier had been utterly humiliating. As a big shot and someone bold enough to run for chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, he simply could not accept being beaten like that.

"Rachel, that bitch, is completely useless too. She's actually afraid of some newly appointed young punk! Well, I'll make sure that whatever day he takes office is the same day he gets kicked out!"

His vicious gaze locked onto the front gate. The moment Andrew emerged, he would get his revenge.

Spencer was nearby with about 30 street thugs, all waiting like hungry wolves. He growled, "Dad, the second that bastard shows his face, I'll take the guys and chop him to pieces!"

He was aggressive and arrogant.

Duncan snorted coldly. "Take your trash and get as far away as possible! Andrew is still the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, after all. Do you really think those useless idiots of yours could handle him?"

With that, he turned to look at the Maybach behind him. In the passenger seat sat a man wearing a baseball cap, quietly and unremarkably.

However, Duncan knew that the moment Andrew appeared, this expert would strike like lightning and kill him right at the Kellers' front door. As for the aftermath, George would undoubtedly be furious.

Nonetheless, by then, Duncan would not care anymore. Since he dared to kill, he already had his escape route planned.

Suddenly, Spencer pointed toward the gate and shouted, "Dad, that bastard is coming out! He's coming out!"

Duncan's spirits lifted as he looked over immediately. A cruel smile spread across his face, and he spat his cigar onto the ground.

That was the agreed signal to attack.

So, the group, mutually annoyed with each other, had walked out of the Keller residence together.

Then, Andrew sensed a killing intent directed at him. Next came a thunderous palm strike aimed directly at his heart.

Andrew immediately realized this person intended to kill him. Since that was the case, he would not hold back either and instantly counterattacked—also with a palm strike.

Chase coughed up blood, his hand shattered, as Andrew seized him and forced him to kneel on the ground.

Chase was terrified out of his wits. "Y-You're actually a martial king! No, your strength far exceeds that of a martial king! H-How's this possible?"

Andrew's expression was emotionless. "How is this possible? Why don't you ask the King of Hell?"

Grabbing Chase's head, Andrew sent him to meet his maker. The Keller sisters screamed in terror, their faces turning pale with shock.