Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2470

Inside the Medicine God's Covenant, only Andrew, Amari, and a few alchemists were present. Suddenly, a few thugs swaggered in, clearly looking for trouble.

With no other choice, Andrew decided to handle it himself.

Before anyone could react, Andrew threw a few punches without even glancing at his targets. The thugs had come in standing tall but left crawling on the floor, completely unable to get back up.

"Huh, not bad," a gravelly voice said.

An older man in a gray suit stepped into the shop, his presence sharp and oppressive. His energy was fierce, clearly a martial saint.

He continued, "But it doesn't matter. Even if God himself showed up, this store isn't staying open today."

Andrew stepped toward him and said calmly, "Are you done talking?"

The old man frowned, giving a dark chuckle. "Maybe you should at least know who I am. That way, you'll understand just how deep a hole you're digging."

Andrew waved dismissively. "Not necessary. Whoever you are, I couldn't care less."

The moment he finished speaking, Andrew struck. His palm lashed out like lightning.

The old man roared, bracing himself and clashing with Andrew's strike. The result was instant: a wet cough, a spray of blood, and his body flying backward out of the door.

"You little…"

Before the gray-robed elder could finish, Andrew's figure blurred. The next second, he appeared right in front of him. A sharp slap cracked through the air, hitting the man across the face.

"I'm warning you! I'm…"

He did not even get the chance to say more.

Andrew's eyes turned icy as his leg whipped forward, catching the man square on the neck. The old man's body jerked violently, his head almost snapping sideways before he crashed into a parked SUV on the street. He went limp, completely unconscious.

Andrew clapped the dust off his hands and returned inside with a calm, unbothered look, sitting back down as if nothing had happened.

Passersby stopped in stunned silence, staring at the scene.

The onlookers' faces shifted between awe and disbelief, though most looked dark with frustration.

Someone whispered, "Call the family. That bastard's gone too far. Our men can't handle him. We'll need stronger people to take him down."

"Go, now! He's humiliated everyone. Tonight, we cripple that guy and burn this place to the ground!"

By the time the call went out, more than a dozen powerful families had surrounded Medicine God's Covenant. None of them wanted to see the new alchemy house succeed.

Inside, Andrew sat casually in the grand lobby, legs crossed, sipping tea as though none of it mattered.

Outside, people seethed. They could see him, could practically touch him, but could not lay a hand on him.

That infuriated them even more.

Moments later, ten black SUVs rolled up and parked side by side in front of the store. In Chetvine, those cars were not anything rare. However, these ones all bore matching custom plates, numbered in sequence from zero to nine.