Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2225

"This is your home, isn't it?" Natasha could not help but ask.

Andrew shook his head. "It used to be, but not anymore. This is just my house now."

With that, he strode confidently through the entrance.

At the Lloyd family compound's main gate, aside from two stone statues that looked run-down, there were no other decent decorations whatsoever. Unlike some nouveau riche families that hired martial kings or even martial saints as guards to display their prestige and extraordinary status, the Lloyd family compound was completely casual about security.

The main gate stayed open 24 hours a day without fear of intruders. The entrance looked so shabby that anyone unfamiliar with the place might mistake it for an abandoned construction site.

Once inside, however, the place was quite distinctive. At the very least, it was clean and well-maintained.

Natasha began to notice people walking by. Each person hurried along with their heads down, seeming to carry heavy burdens on their minds.

Some clutched briefcases, others reeked of blood, and some had dark circles under their eyes as if they had not slept all night.

Natasha felt a chill running down her spine and could not help shivering.

Just from the few people she had seen upon entering, every single one gave her the terrifying sensation of facing a wild beast. Among them, a one-eyed man was particularly unsettling as he carried a bloody bundle in his hand.

Natasha felt like her brain could not process all this information. "Darling, what exactly does your family do? Don't tell me the Lloyd family compound alone makes you guys invincible?"

Andrew laughed. "Invincible might be an overstatement, but we operate as our own complete system. Even if the world reaches its end and faces destruction, the Lloyd family would most likely still stand strong.

"That's what being a royal family means. We're an even more stubborn force than the noble houses that have been passed down since ancient times."

As they chatted, they had already walked deeper inside. The sound of chaotic footsteps echoed as a group of people approached with swift, cold determination.

At the front, a woman with a high ponytail glared sharply and snapped, "You little brat, who gave you permission to come back?"