Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3199

Eric said coldly, "You only dared to act because you rely on the Nieves family's backing and because you were sure I wouldn't dare kill you in Chetvine. That's why you were so brazen. But now, I'm telling you: you're finished."

Skylar stood up, his expression sinister as he sneered. "You bastard, you're absolutely right. Our family does have a great backing. The chainmail I'm wearing is bulletproof and blade-proof, so what can you do about it?"

He added with contempt, "Furthermore, I'm now aligned with Mr. Vazquez's faction. A waste like you can only stand there and stare; you can't do a thing."

Eric's expression remained impassive as he suddenly stepped aside.

Skylar scoffed. "So you brought backup. Eric, it doesn't matter who you brought. Even if it's Sheena from the Lloyd family, see if she dares lay a finger on me at this critical moment!"

However, when he saw that the person entering was Andrew, not Sheena, Skylar was taken aback.

He said disdainfully, "And who the hell are you?"

Andrew walked directly toward Skylar and said flatly, "Two years ago, Kelvin of the Sylvan Peaks' Nieves family came to Chetvine to hunt me. You might not know me, but he should be very familiar with me. Why don't you call him over?"

Skylar snorted coldly. "What makes you think you're worthy of having him come here? Wait… You said Uncle Kelvin hunted you two years ago? Then you are…"

His face finally changed, and his voice trembled. "You're the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince, Andrew, who just returned to Chetvine yesterday?"

Without a word, Andrew slapped him.

Skylar roared, "Get away from me, you bastard! I wasn't even coming for you, but you came running to your death!"

Gritting his teeth, he raised his fist and swung at Andrew.

Andrew's slap landed directly on his fist.

Skylar snarled, "You think you'll get a single word out of me? Go ahead, try touching me again!"

Andrew suddenly pulled his hand back, then thrust it forward again.

Skylar's eyes instantly lost all light as his body fell straight backward, his eyes wide open in death.

His own dagger was embedded in the center of his forehead.

Just now, Andrew had ripped the dagger away with two fingers. Then, with a simple forward push, it slid perfectly into the useless man's forehead.

In just the blink of an eye, Andrew had killed someone.