Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1759

A phone suddenly slid across the floor and stopped right in front of him. Its screen lit up, displaying a photo of someone's face.

If Aspen, Andrew's loyal little servant, had been there, she definitely would have snapped, "How dare you! Who gave you the guts to sneak a photo of my master's devastatingly handsome face?"

Sure enough, the photo on the screen was of Andrew.

The man picked up the phone and asked in a low, gravelly voice, "Dead or alive?"

From the darkness, the High Oracle's faint laughter echoed. "If we can recruit him and make him ours, that would be the best outcome. But if not… crush his manhood and ask if he believes in our Sacred Order now."

The man asked again, "And if I crush it and he still doesn't believe it?"

The High Oracle's voice turned even colder. "Then snap his neck, or violate him brutally, whichever feels crueler. Be as vicious as you can. Use your judgment."

The man tightened his grip on the phone, grinned with a twisted smile, and turned to leave the hall. He pushed open the heavy doors, revealing a vast open sea outside.

Without hesitation, he dove straight into the ocean.

…

Another frigid morning swept over Serenity Villa. Out on the back lawn, training resumed as usual, but with a slight twist today.

Andrew stood with one hand behind his back and waved the other at Francesca. "Come at me."

The busty woman blushed deeply. "Huh? Come at you? You mean like… in bed? Or are we being serious here?"

Andrew's face twitched. "Seriously? Is your brain still foggy?"

Francesca flushed with embarrassment. She quickly shook off her thoughts and charged in with a sharp cry, throwing the first punch.

Andrew blocked it effortlessly with one hand, his defense lightning quick.

She suddenly jumped, aiming a knee strike straight at his chin.

Andrew leaned back and struck her thigh with a knife-hand chop.

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