Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891

Andrew nodded and said, “Alright then. Dylan, head to the airport and bring Phantom Eye to West End. I’ll deal with him myself!”

Dylan’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “Mr. Lloyd, Phantom Eye is practically a semi–martial king. Are we seriously going in without a plan?”

Andrew gave him a strange look. “What plan?”

Dylan’s face twitched as he hurriedly said, “Mr. Lloyd, going head–to–head with someone like Phantom Eye is basically a death sentence! Shouldn’t we use some kind of strategy? Maybe pit him against someone else? Poison him? Set up some kind of trap?

“There’s no way we can take him on in a direct fight!”

Andrew gave him an approving nod. “In the face of a powerful enemy, you’re already thinking about sneaky tactics to avoid a head–on clash. Dylan, looks like you’ve been growing lately! But…”

Dylan looked at him eagerly. “But?”

Andrew smirked. “But it’s just one guy. There’s no need to overcomplicate things. I mean, it’s only a semi–martial king, not a full martial king. So relax. Just bring him to West End, and I’ll teach him some manners with a slap or two.”

Dylan’s face twitched even harder, and Natasha felt her heart pounding.

A slap or two? That was all it would take to teach Phantom Eye a lesson? She wondered when Andrew became so over–the–top and full of hot air.

Just then, Andrew’s phone rang–it was Francesca.

“Andrew, where are you? I heard you captured Michael!”

On the other end, the busty little lady sounded frantic, her voice filled with concern.

Andrew replied, “Yeah, Michael’s with me. Don’t worry, Fran.”

Francesca snapped, “My grandpa said the whole Blumedale’s Rhodes family is in chaos! How can I not worry? Andrew, just tell me where you are. I’m bringing reinforcements!”

Andrew frowned. “Reinforcements? No need, Fran. Just stay put and keep an eye on the medical center.”