Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 888

Kenny's next move would be to deal with Lauren and her family. In Holtrien's underground world, two major ranking systems determined a martial artist's status—the Titan List and the Underworld Index. Every martial artist aspired to make it onto one of these lists.

The Titan List was on a whole different level. It was reserved for monsters—legendary figures born into powerful families, heirs to elite dynasties, or top-tier military generals and special operatives.

Anyone ranked on the Titan List was not just a fighter—they were a walking earthquake, a force that could shake the entire underworld. On the other hand, the Underworld Index, while not as terrifying, was still a prestigious ranking.

Although it could not compare to the Titan List, for most crime families, syndicates, and martial arts clans, making it onto the Underworld Index was a once-in-a-lifetime honor.

Jayrodale had plenty of fighters, but none had ever made the list. Yet, Phantom Eye ranked No. 35 on the Underworld Index. His strength had already surpassed most high-level enforcers—he was already a semi-martial king. Wherever he went, he dominated.

Kenny had just hired him, and he could indeed create havoc in Jayrodale. Strictly speaking, Phantom Eye was out of Kenny's league.

Nonetheless, thanks to his daughter's marriage to the Golding family, Kenny had pulled the right strings. Phantom Eye was doing this as a favor.

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Meanwhile, across Blumedale, inside a luxurious cafe, Aspen sat leisurely, sipping her afternoon tea. A well-dressed young man in a beige suit exuding effortless charm walked over with a confident stride.

"Aspen, this is for you."

In his hands was a vibrant tulip, its fragrance lingering in the air as he held it out to her. His deep, admiring gaze and the six-figure Richard Mille watch on his wrist screamed wealth, prestige, and impeccable taste.

Yet, Aspen did not even reach for the flower. She simply responded flatly, "Seth, how many times do I have to say it? You don't need to bring me flowers. Besides, I'm nothing more than a prisoner right now. Hardly someone worthy of your attention."

Seth Haywood remained unfazed. He simply placed the tulip on the table, then sat across from her with effortless poise.