Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1696

At the last moment, Marcelo roared angrily, "Stop!"

His subordinates finally held back, but they were all staring daggers at Andrew.

Logan quietly broke out in a cold sweat and whispered to Andrew, "Andy, what you just said was way too provoking! Marcelo really isn't someone to mess with. You went too far!"

Andrew kept smiling without saying a word.

Marcelo stepped forward through the crowd and came right up to him. He stared into Andrew's eyes for a full ten seconds before slowly nodding.

"They say the next generation always surpasses the last, and each generation gets stronger than the last. I've always only half-believed that. You're talented, and I can see you have great ambitions. If it were some other old fool, they might show some restraint, or even fear you a bit. But unfortunately, I'm not one of those people!"

He pointed directly at Andrew's nose, his face grim as his voice rose. "This is Cillian's funeral, and I don't want to be disrespectful. But I'm remembering what you just said! Once we leave the Ulrich residence, we'll settle this with our fists!"

He turned toward the casket, lit three candlesticks, and said a prayer. Then, he flicked his flowing robe and strode off with his men in tow.

Ezra followed closely behind, flashing a twisted grin. "You're screwed now, kid. Whatever chairman title you have is useless now! The Ulrich residence is the only place left where you might be safe. Step outside, and you're dead."

Around them, the other guests looked at Andrew with smug satisfaction. They were not even hiding it anymore. One by one, they watched him like vultures circling fresh meat.

Marcelo was one of Blumedale's infamous underground kings, and he was known to be the most mild-tempered but also the most dangerous to cross.

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