Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1865

Andrew kicked open the car door on the other side and rushed out.

Riker pursued relentlessly, actually lifting up the entire SUV and crawling out from underneath it.

Meanwhile, the 20 over Hidden Dragons elite martial artists surrounded Andrew but did not dare make a move. They were completely stunned that Riker had taken such a beating from this guy.

After all, Riker was a master of physical techniques in martial arts and a high-level martial king.

"That's enough, Mr. Lamar. Gather your people and head back," a calm voice called out from the distance.

A figure had arrived quietly, without anyone noticing.

When Andrew saw who it was, he immediately frowned. Henry had returned much faster than expected. Judging by the man's slightly pale complexion, chasing Jerome had clearly taken quite a toll on him.

Whether he had caught him or not, though, was anyone's guess.

Riker wiped the blood from his face and roared angrily, "Mr. Fischer, this bastard is asking for death! I've got to take one of his arms!"

Henry replied flatly, "You can't beat him, so don't humiliate yourself further."

Riker was left speechless. "I…"

Henry ignored him and looked at Andrew instead. "Your people have safely left Goldridge. Now you can come with me, can't you?"

Andrew responded calmly, "Why should I go with you?"

Henry sneered coldly. "Do you think you have a choice? Andrew, with your current strength, do you really believe you can win in a fight against me? Or do you think I wouldn't go after your people, hunt them down on the road, and make sure they never make it to Gabo Creek?"

Andrew exhaled slowly and said coldly, "Fine, I'll go with you. But Henry, you should know that you wouldn't be able to control me."

Henry gave a faint smile. "Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough."

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