Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1649

"Andrew, wait… is someone trying to kill you?" Freya's face turned ghostly pale, and her voice was shaky. She could barely get the words out.

Andrew let her go and frowned. "You need to lose weight, Ms. Freya."

Freya flared up. "Excuse me? Are you saying there's something wrong with my figure?"

Andrew replied flatly, "It's not about looks. It's about the weight. If it had been someone else, they wouldn't have been able to carry you and run. They'd be dead already."

Freya was livid. "You—"

Andrew ignored her. He quickly headed down the fire escape with Freya in tow, pulling her into the shadows near the stairwell exit.

From below, a series of whooshing sounds suddenly echoed upward. It sounded like something was moving at high speed through the air.

Freya looked absolutely terrified and deeply unsettled. Meanwhile, Andrew remained expressionless, and when the wind pressure reached his ears at maximum intensity, he simply kicked out into thin air.

A dull thud rang out, and the wind pressure abruptly stopped.

Caught completely off guard, a dark figure let out a muffled grunt and slammed into the narrow stairway wall. The concrete wall immediately cracked with a massive dent.

Freya stared in shock. "Holy crap, this construction quality is total garbage! They're charging me over a million a month for this place? I'm definitely moving out!"

Andrew felt a headache coming on. He could not help but think Freya was an idiot.

Did she seriously think the wall cracked because it was poorly built? No. That damage came from the sheer force of his kick.

And the guy he kicked? He was no ordinary thug.

Dressed in a black trench coat with the collar turned up, the man looked plain and unremarkable, but he was nearly at the level of a martial king.

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