Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

This shot came lightning-fast and vicious. If it had been an ordinary expert, they would have been finished on the spot. However, Andrew was not just any ordinary expert; he was extraordinary.

In a split second, he tilted his head to the side and dodged the deadly bullet.

With a loud crash, a urinal's water pipe exploded from the impact. Amid the spray of water, Andrew suddenly vanished.

When he reappeared, he was right in front of Goldfangs' face. He raised his hand and reached for the assassin's throat.

Goldfangs quickly stepped back and retreated, laughing, "Well, well, pretty quick reflexes. No wonder Eagle Eye fell for your tricks."noveldrama

A rapid burst of gunfire erupted, decisive and ruthless. Unfortunately, all the shots hit the ceiling instead of their target.

Goldfangs had gotten too close to Andrew when he drew his weapon. Since he did not have enough distance to shoot properly, Andrew grabbed his gun hand and shoved it upward.

This caused the barrel to point straight at the ceiling.

"Son of a bitch!" Goldfangs cursed and decisively dropped his expensive golden Desert Eagle. His other hand swept out in a vicious arc, seemingly aimed at Andrew's neck.

However, hidden in his sleeve was a triple-edged blade, waiting to ambush Andrew's body.

Unfortunately for him, Andrew ducked low and avoided the treacherous strike. At the same time, he delivered an uppercut that slammed straight into Goldfangs' jaw.

Teeth and blood flew out in a spray.

For the first time, Goldfangs' smug face turned grim. He let out a roar and lunged forward, slicing through the mist of shattered water like a beast. His speed was fast enough to leave afterimages.

However, Andrew stood completely still. At the last moment, he grabbed

Goldfangs by the arms and pivoted, flinging him forward.

Goldfangs flew headfirst into one of the toilet stalls. For some god-awful reason,

in this supposedly upscale restaurant, the stall looked like it had not been flushed.

The hit did not physically harm him, but the insult was devastating. His entire face was now smeared with human waste, like someone had slapped a mud mask across it. Even worse, some of it had gotten into his mouth.

The taste nearly knocked him unconscious from sheer disgust.

Still, as a professional killer, having poop on his face did not faze him much. He only had one job, which was to finish the target.

He raised his boot high, and violent energy exploded from his arms, revealing bulging muscle and a set of cold, steel combat spikes strapped to his forearms.

Andrew let out a short snort and did not back down. Instead, he met the charge head-on with a powerful kick of his own.

The two collided mid-air, their legs slamming into each other with a bone-cracking crack.

Goldfangs flew back again, right into the same disgusting toilet bowl. This time, he let out a furious, guttural scream.

His bladed spikes lashed out like lightning, jabbing at Andrew's face, groin, ankles, chest, any spot that could kill or cripple with a single touch.

Each strike was ruthless. If even one landed, it would have meant serious injury or worse.

This kind of weapon was not for amateurs; only military specialists or high-level assassins could wield it with such terrifying accuracy.

Yet, Andrew danced through the strikes like a shadow. He weaved spun, ducked, and slid with

breathtaking agility, each evasive move flowing seamlessly into the next.

Goldfangs grew more and more shaken with every second. "Son of a bitch. You've

gotta be a martial king at least, huh?"

Andrew slipped under his opponent's ribs and flicked a finger at his armpit, striking a nerve.

Goldfangs grunted in pain, the sharp stab making it feel like a venomous snake had just bitten him. Even so the man powered through the pain. His arm nearly dislocated, but Re twisted his body and sent the spiked

blade stabbing toward Andrew

again.

Andrew brought both palms together and caught the incoming weapon between

them.

Goldfangs grinned viciously and twisted the weapon hard.