Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 917

Kenny, frantic, rushed forward to tear open the black duffel bag. However, Elon stopped him with a sharp command. "Wait! Be careful—it could be a trap!"

Kenny froze, confused. "A trap? What do you mean?"

Elon glared at Andrew, his voice dripping with disdain. "This little punk is clever, I'll give him that. He might fool others but is not smart enough to trick me."

He snapped his fingers, and two burly bodyguards in black suits stepped forward. They began stomping on the duffel bag with brutal force.

At the same time, Elon pulled Kenny back, keeping a safe distance. "Better safe than sorry, Dad. Andrew's backed into a corner now. He's desperate and might do something crazy.

"He probably told you Michael's in there, but it's more likely filled with chemicals, poison, or even a snake. Open it, and you could end up dead before you know what hit you."

Elon's confident explanation left Kenny stunned. "Elon, you're always one step ahead. Damn, I almost fell for that little bastard's trap!"

The bodyguards continued to stomp on the duffel bag, as if trying to crush any hidden danger into dust. However, as they kept going, muffled groans and pained cries started coming from inside the bag. It sounded like someone was gagged, unable to scream properly.

Kenny's eyes widened. "Wait! Elon, there's someone in there. It's not a trap!"

Elon, looking embarrassed, signaled the bodyguards to stop. His flawless analysis had just been proven completely wrong—Michael was indeed inside the bag.

Andrew gave Elon and Kenny a strange look, unable to hold back a sarcastic remark. "Do you two have a screw or two loose?"

Elon's face darkened. "What are you talking about?"

Andrew shrugged. "You just spent the last few minutes beating up your own guy, almost killing him in the process. If that's not brain-dead behavior, I don't know what is. So, yeah, maybe you guys should really get your head checked one of these days."