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Phoenix Rising: Reborn in Flames

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Chapter 2186

---- Chapter 2186 After what felt like an eternity, Elijah finally felt like he could breathe freely again. He opened

his mouth, wanting to curse Andrew out. However, the words just would not come. Andrew's brutal display of

power had shaken him to his core. Even the assassin from Chetvine, a martial saint-level fighter, had been

effortlessly killed. Elijah could not bear to think what would happen if Andrew turned that violence on him.

Despite being called the Prince of Terror Town, he was just a rich guy with no real power when facing someone

like Andrew.

Harold's face looked like a thundercloud ready to burst. He ordered coldly, "Report Hugo and Hakeem's deaths to

the Cunningham family exactly as they happened. The Knowles family will stay completely neutral in whatever

feud the Cunninghams have with Andrew." As the head of the family, Harold knew exactly what this meant.

Andrew's strength was a wake-up call that hit him like a ton of bricks. The smartest play was to stay neutral and

not pick sides, because either the Cunningham family or Andrew could wipe out the Knowles family without

breaking a sweat.

As for Elijah getting slapped around by Andrew? That was ---- nothing Harold had already made peace with it.

Even if Andrew broke both of Elijah's legs, he would turn a blind eye to keep the peace. "Until Andrew leaves

Terror Town, you stay the hell away from him. If you see him coming, cross the street and walk the other way,"

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Harold warned Elijah with an icy stare. With that, he stormed out of the room. Elijah nodded eagerly, feeling no

shwhatsoever. In fact, he thought his father was being incredibly smart about the whole situation Why pick

a losing battle?

When outgunned, it was better to swallow your pride and live to see another day. On Andrew's third day in Terror

Town, Natasha finally reached out to him. When she arrived, she had gone straight to the Langley family, and

Andrew had no idea what was going on there. Now that they were finally meeting, Andrew asked, with concer, "Is

everything okay on your end?" Natasha forced a smile and shook her head. "Everything's fine, don't worry about

me. Just givetwo more days to wrap ---- things up, and then we can head back to Gabo Creek." Andrew's

eyes narrowed as he studied her face.

"What's with the handprint on your cheek?" Even though she had tried to cover it with makeup, Andrew's sharp

eyes caught the telltale signs that someone had slapped her hard. "LIt's nothing," Natasha stammered, still

trying to hide what had happened. Andrew's expression darkened, his voice turning cold. "Did someone from the

Langley family lay a hand on you?" Natasha kept her head down and said nothing. Andrew's frown deepened.

"Natasha, what exactly is your

relationship with the Langley family

here in Terror Town?" Before she

could answer, a mocking voice cut

through the NPR; knife. Mm

"Wht relationship? ah, you fool.

Even now, you don't know what kind

of tie this slut has with the Langley

family, do you?" Footsteps echoed as

about seven men swaggered toward

them Leading the group was a cocky

young man with an arrogant grin, his

arms folded across his chest, looking

at everyone with disdain. -—— Andrew

turned his head toward him, his face

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"People who don't matter better get

out of my sight. Otherwise, I'll make

you regret barking in front of me."

The young man at the front,

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lqnghteh\Grabbing a chair nearby, he

sat down directly across from

Andrew and sneered. "Who the hell

do you think you are? You dare talk to

family members and bodyguards

standing behind him all joined in the

laughter, their eyes fixed on Andrew

as if he were nothing more than a

small fry they could toy with at will.