Andrew asked, "Did you forget that we almost got blown up?"
Aspen looked angry, but still shook her head. "The Driscoll family is incredibly powerful. I think we're not strong enough to go up against them right now! Of course, I won't forget what happened before. But I think we should lay low for a while!"
Andrew smiled and reached out to caress half of her face. "What? Are you scared?"
With a proud little huff, she replied proudly, "Me, alone? Of course, I'd be scared of going up against the Driscoll family. But with you, why would I ever be afraid?"
Andrew pulled his hand back and chuckled. "Don't worry. None of you needs to worry about this. New Year's is coming up. I'll be heading to the Southern Martial Union headquarters. When the time comes, see if the three of you want to tag along and take a little vacation."
Aspen's eyes lit up. "The headquarters? That's right next door in Goldridge! That city's incredible. Of course, we'll go! I'll go tell Lauren and Fran right now!"
After she left, Andrew stood alone, looking out at the winter scenery outside. The leaves had all fallen, and the lawn was withered and yellow.
The frost had killed nearly everything.
His eyes grew colder, matching the harshness of the season outside.
That night, Logan's people delivered the gear Andrew had requested. He hefted the massive black rifle in his hands, weighing at least 70 pounds.
Andrew was more than satisfied. He wondered if Scarlett would be able to handle a shot from this beast.
...
In the Driscoll residence, the lights were still blazing. Even though Blumedale's city center had long gone to sleep, this place never rested, pulsing with excitement until dawn.
The status of the Three Titans was undeniable.
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