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Phoenix Rising: Reborn in Flames

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Chapter 2179

---- Chapter 2179 Andrew quickly grabbed the daggers from the two assassins whose heads he had just blown

apart. Then, a massacre began. Flashing steel and screams filled the air. Andrew moved like an enraged dragon,

cutting through from one end of the alley straight to the other, reaching the alley's entrance. He lowered his

blades and spun half a step as bright red blood flowed down the smooth surfaces of the daggers, dripping onto

the ground. Soon, it formed a thick stream of blood. "Good blades!" he praised, then released his grip.

The two daggers immediately sliced straight into the concrete pavement like it was nothing. Behind him, the

trench coat assassins stiffened for a breath before collapsing one by one, their faces frozen in terror even in

death. From the other side of the alley, the braided assassin among the two remaining men began applauding.

"Beautiful. Truly beautiful. 23 of the Cunningham family's elite, all wiped out just like that. Do you realize those

23 men were worth twenty-three billion? And you butchered them without ---- blinking.

Such a waste of money, don't you think?" Though he seemed to be expressing sympathy, there was not an

ounce of compassion in his voice. Instead, it carried a thick undertone of cruelty and bloodlust. It was as if the

dead were not people at all, but 23 disposable mannequins. He kept clapping as he walked closer, his braids

whipping and bells chiming. "Now it's my turn to send you to hell. Oh, and the name's Hugo Brennan, from the

beautiful snowy mountains of the West." Grinning at Andrew, Hugo suddenly vanished from his original position!

When he reappeared, he was already at Andrew's side.

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His iron-gloved hands pressed down viciously toward Andrew's. head. Meanwhile, at the Knowles estate. It was

already late at night, and those who should be resting had gone to bed. Throughout the manor, only a few places

remained lit. These included just a handful of locations and, most importantly, Harold's study. Inside, Harold and

Elijah sat with another man. His pale, skeletal face made his large frlook even more menacing, his steel

gloves gleaming under the light. ---- He had braids tied on his head with small bells attached, and he looked like

he was here for nothing but trouble.

His face was pale and so gaunt that there was not an ounce of flesh on him. However, his bone structure was

exceptionally large, easily broad enough to make Harold and Elijah seem small beside him. He also wore gloves

on his hands, but these were not iron ones. Instead, they were made of steel. This was Hakeem Brennan, another

assassin from the western deserts. His appearance was nearly identical to the killer Andrew had just faced,

except his braids were more numerous. In their order, the number of braids marked the rank. "Mr. Hakeem, at

this hour, Mr.

Hugo and the others should have

succeeded by now, right?" Elijah

could not help but ask with eager

anticipation on his face. At the same

time, his eyes showed wariness as he

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Hakee Skeletal face showed no

expression whatsoever. He neither

confirmed nor denied Elijah’'s words.

He simply stood there motionless,

not sitting down and barely moving

at all. Only occasionally would he

lower his head to check his

wristwatch. Tpassed minute by

minute, and even Harold's patience

was nearly exhausted. Opening his

mouth, Harold said with an

ingratiating smile, "Mr. The content is

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you think..." Before he could finish

speaking, Hakeem suddenly

shuddered as if his body had been

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struck by a heayy h er.

Rnd after, Hakeem lowered

his head once more to look at his

wristwatch. This timepiece was

specially customized, and it was

connected to his younger brother

Hugo's life signal! At that very

moment, the signal flatlined into a

stark green bar. It meant only one

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