Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1170

On the ground, Black Wolf writhed in pain, howling in disbelief. He finally understood why that last squad of heavily armed mercenaries had vanished without a trace after storming Serenity Villa.

This place was not just a house—it was a damn death trap.

"Who sent you to kill me?" Andrew asked calmly as he twirled the dagger Black Wolf had dropped.

Pinned down by Natasha and Dylan, Black Wolf was drenched in sweat, his shattered legs leaving him gasping in agony.

He growled, "Why the hell should I tell you? You should know exactly who you've pissed off. Even if I'm in your hands, kid, if you lay a finger on me, the consequences—"

Andrew did not let him finish. Instead, he drove the blade straight into Black Wolf's chest. Whatever threat Black Wolf was about to spit out died on his tongue. His eyes bulged in shock before his head slumped to the side—dead.

"If you didn't have the sense to act like a prisoner, then I did you a favor and sent you straight to hell. Next time, try being smarter in your next life," Andrew said coldly.

Killing an assassin of semi-martial king rank? Andrew made it look as easy as ABC.

Everyone in the room was stunned. No one had expected him to act that fast—or that decisively.

Reuben was shaken, and he muttered, "Mr. Lloyd… Black Wolf's skills were on par with mine. His assassination techniques were refined to perfection. And you just… killed him? Isn't that a waste?"

Andrew replied without flinching. "What's there to waste? I've taken out plenty of small-timers like him."