LOGINThe leader fell silent for a moment before answering, "I believe he is worthy. So whatever you decide to do, it's best if you handle this personally, Mr. Gillen."On the other end, Petyr paused, then replied flatly, "Bring him to me."The leader hung up and turned respectfully to Andrew. "Sir, please come with us. Mr. Gillen wants to see you."Andrew smiled. Smart people were so much easier to deal with. A proper show of strength sometimes went a long way. At the very least, it could keep your opponent from getting hot-headed and throwing their life away for nothing.Ten minutes later, Andrew stepped out of the vehicle. He had arrived at the administrative district in the northern part of the City of Hope. The leader guided him forward while subtly glancing at the massive sword on Andrew's back.He thought anyone who could wield a weapon like that was no ordinary person. Thank goodness Petyr had not lost his mind and ordered an attack on Andrew. Otherwise, he would have had no cho
At Night Rose, Andrew slept soundly through the night. While he rested peacefully, the entire City of Hope was turned upside down, with countless streets and alleys being swept and searched. However, his hideout remained quiet and undisturbed."Now that you're awake, you need to leave. Right now," Gaia urged the moment she saw him stir.Her face showed lingering fear and anxiety. While Andrew had slept like a baby all night, she had not dared move a muscle. If anyone discovered Andrew was here, she would be dead for sure.However, if she had not provided him shelter, that massive sword at his side could have killed her just as easily.So, Gaia had spent the entire night in agony, caught between two deadly choices.Andrew smiled and slowly got out of bed."Here, this is for you. Call it rent for the night," he said, tossing down a gold bar with a clink before heading for the door.Gaia's eyes lit up immediately, and she bit her lip. "You're so generous… Are you sure you don't wan
The bureaucrats and power players of City of Hope all lived here.In the central assembly hall, several figures sat scattered about, making the vast space feel even emptier. Every single one of them looked pissed off.The City Lord, Uriah Gibson, demanded, "Petyr, what the hell happened? How did your people get completely wiped out just like that? And it caused such a massive scene! A whole building was blown sky-high. You know what I want is prosperity and order, what I need is tax revenue."He shouted, "I don't need gang wars every damn day, bringing negative attention to my city. How am I supposed to maintain control? How is the City of Hope supposed to thrive?"Petyr's face was pale and sinister, though he looked no older than 50. He wore luxurious red silk robes and sat barefoot in a high-backed chair, a glass of crimson liquid before him. Uriah's complaints did not seem to faze him in the slightest. He lifted his drink, drained it in one gulp, then rose and left the hall.
Behind the bar, Gaia flashed a professional smile. "Hey, baby, what can I get you? A cocktail, or maybe something else I've got down below?"Andrew pulled back his hood, revealing a brilliant grin. "Ms. Evans, that line's tacky as hell and old as dirt. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not interested in what you've to offer. It probably reeks anyway."Gaia bristled with rage, but when she got a clear look at Andrew's face, she froze like she had been struck by lightning. "It's you! You actually had the nerve to come back? Don't you know the entire city's looking for you right now?"Her mind spun, and she instinctively turned to call someone and tip them off.However, Andrew was faster. His greatsword pressed against her ample chest in an instant, his smile still brilliant. "I just want a place to get some sleep and grab a bite to eat. I hope you won't make this difficult for me."Gaia's whole body went cold as ice. She did not even know if the thing in his hands was a sword or a bl
"You mentioned Petyr Gillen. How can I meet him?" Andrew pressed on.Jimmy's legs were broken, blood pooling around him. Yet, the man's vitality was impressive. He was still writhing on the ground.He scoffed. "You? A lowly outsider like you has no right to meet Mr. Gillen. City of Hope has a hundred thousand people. But those who can actually meet him? Less than ten. Especially since you're a disgusting pest from Holtrien… He despises Holtriens the most!"He hissed, "But don't worry. You won't have to wait long. Since you dared lay a hand on me, Mr. Gillens will have your head mounted on the city gates before you know it!"Andrew smiled. Jimmy still had the nerve to threaten him, even now. Clearly, he had not been ruthless enough since arriving in this place. Otherwise, a crawling insect with broken legs would not still be barking like this."Are you sure I really can't meet him?" Andrew asked, as if confirming one last time.Jimmy, bleeding out and barely conscious, still manag
The table exploded into pieces. Moreover, the Desert Eagle Jimmy that had not even been touched was blasted apart along with it."You're dead!" Jimmy roared.He had not risen to lead the notorious Razor Crew in the City of Hope by being ordinary. He was a Dark Count, which, by Holtrien's martial standards, placed him at the martial saint level, and at the peak of martial saint at that. He was only a thin line away from a martial emperor.The muscles beneath his suit swelled enormously. With a furious roar, he threw a punch charged with killing intent straight at Andrew's face. At the same time, he shifted his weight back, leaning away to grab the sword hanging on the wall behind him.Andrew chuckled, sounding almost amused as he said, "Not bad reflexes, and your response is textbook perfect. It's just too bad that you're facing an opponent who's beyond the textbook."The Godslayer's blade vibrated within its sheath, letting out a joyful hum. Andrew's sword strike was always with j






