Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1739

With his other hand, Andrew reached behind the bar and pulled out a black handgun.

Rachel gasped. "Mr. Lloyd, that's…"

Andrew replied calmly, "Oldest trick in the book. Posing as a bartender while hiding a weapon. It's meant for sneak attacks, a standard setup in places crawling with organized crime. Pretty boring, honestly."

He clicked his tongue and casually ejected the magazine. By now, the clubgoers had begun to notice the commotion.

Not even the pounding music could drown out the tension as all eyes turned to Andrew, their faces filled with shock.

The group of punks from earlier returned, this time led by a man in a black suit, striding over with menace in his eyes.

"Let go of our guy and get the hell out of Onyx Serpent Bar! Or I swear, I don't care who you are—you won't leave in one piece!"

The suited man radiated killing intent as he shouted his warning.

Andrew glanced at him. "Are you the Onyx Dragon King?"

The man's eye twitched as he barked, "Does it matter? I said let go of him, now!"

With one brutal smash of the pistol grip, Andrew knocked Tommy out cold.

The guy in the black suit exploded in rage. "You son of a bitch. You're dead!"

He motioned for his men to surround Andrew. However, with a flick of his foot, the magazine that had landed on the ground flipped into the air.

Andrew caught it mid-spin, slapped it into the gun with a flick of his wrist, and completed the reload in a smooth motion.

The flashy move left the men stunned, just long enough for Andrew to jam the cold barrel straight into the black-suited man's mouth.

"So, can I meet the Onyx Dragon King now? Or would you prefer your brains splattered across the wall?"

The man's throat moved involuntarily as veins bulged on his neck and hands. It was hard to tell whether he was trembling from rage or terror.

He mumbled a defiant growl. "If you've got the guts, pull the trigger!"

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