Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1143

"You're asking for death!" One of the older Haywood enforcers snarled and launched a palm strike toward Andrew's head.

"Get out of my way," Andrew growled without even sparing the man a glance, throwing a punch sideways in one smooth motion.

The man, a peak senior grandmaster, flew backward, his face contorted in shock and disbelief. His arm, which had met Andrew's punch, shattered instantly. He hit the ground hard, screaming in agony while clutching the mangled remains of his limb.

That brief moment of destruction was enough to jolt Seth out of his daze. He started stumbling backward and screamed, "All of you, attack him now! Kill that bastard!"

Yet, no one moved. The Haywood men froze, their faces pale with fear, looking at Andrew like they were staring at a monster. They backed away instinctively, their courage completely drained.

It was not just fear—it was terror that ran bone-deep.

Andrew's strikes were lethal and merciless, each blow either killing or disabling instantly. It was enough to shake even the most hardened of thugs to the core.

"You useless cowards! I said attack!" Seth shouted, veins bulging from his forehead.

He was losing it. At this critical moment, his entire crew was folding. Yet, no matter how much he screamed and threatened, not one of them dared to step forward.

He barked, "Useless dogs! All of you are worthless! Once I'm done with Andrew, I'll deal with you pigs next!"

Nonetheless, it was clear that his men had given up. Their morale had completely collapsed.

Realizing he could not rely on them, Seth had no choice but to steel himself and raise his fists.

Andrew kept walking toward him, step by step, with murder written all over his face.

Andrew growled, "You made the worst mistake of your life. Touching someone who's mine was your final offense. You kept pushing it, and now, I'll finish what you started."