Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1101

Aspen's eyes never left Andrew as she asked nervously, "Andrew, do you need my help?"

Andrew calmly replied with just two words, "No need."

With a casual motion, he slapped a thug holding a machete so hard the man flew back. Without even looking, he threw his elbow backward, smashing into another guy swinging a steel pipe like he was volunteering to get wrecked. The blow crushed his nose flat, and he howled in pain.

Andrew's expression did not change—no anger, excitement, just pure calm. To him, these guys were not even worth warming up for.

Then, he raised his hand and collided directly with Rufus.

Rufus looked shocked. "You actually caught my Haywood Strike? Kid, I gotta admit, you've got some skill."

Andrew smirked coldly. "Only 'some'?"

"Fine, try this next strike and see what happens!" Rufus tossed aside his jacket, revealing a tight shirt stretched over rippling muscles and a solid chest.

Andrew scoffed. "Bring it on. You think I'm scared of you?"

Rufus sneered, "Kid, you clearly don't know who you're dealing with. I was a special forces soldier, and I come from the Haywood family. You're way out of your leag—"

Before he could finish the word, Andrew's fist rocketed straight for his face.

Rufus grinned and lifted his arm to block, but in the next second, his entire arm snapped with a sickening crunch. It was like getting hit by a freight train.

His face twisted in horror, not even having time to scream before Andrew sent him flying through the cement wall in the hallway. He crashed to the ground, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and blacked out instantly.

The remaining thugs looked like their souls had just left their bodies. To them, Rufus was a legend of this club—untouchable, unbeatable. Yet, Andrew had dropped him with just one punch.

Who the hell was this guy? Was he even human?

Andrew's face remained cold as he stepped forward and slapped Davon across the face. "I must've gone deaf. Say that again?"

Shaking with fear and rage, Davon clutched his face and shouted, "I said, I'm the Vice CEO of Phoenixdream Enterprises! If you lay another finger on me, I swea—"

Two more slaps landed clean, making Davon's vision blur. Blood streamed from his nose as he cried, "I-I'm sorry! I give up! Please, sir… stop hitting me! I was wrong, okay?"

Andrew sneered. "Go on, keep name-dropping. Keep acting like you're some big shot."

Davon's chubby body trembled all over. "I won't! I swear I won't! W-We were negotiating, right? I'll sign the contract! I'll sign it now! Just please don't hit me anymore!"