All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 881 - Chapter 890

Michael pointed at his crotch, a smug, taunting grin on his face as he stared Andrew down. He wanted to humiliate him beyond repair, to break him completely and turn him into nothing but a disgrace. The room fell into complete silence. Everyone knew that with Kenny backing him up and the Driscoll family as his trump card, Michael had all the power here. Andrew had no room to resist. Tiana smirked, her eyes full of mockery. She had warned Andrew not to throw himself into the fire, but he refused to listen, too reckless and arrogant for his own good. Now, the Driscoll family's shadow loomed over him, ready to strike at any moment. Andrew had no choice—if he dared to defy them, he and Marvin would be utterly destroyed. Under the weight of countless stares—some sympathetic, some amused, and some outright gloating—Andrew suddenly moved, and what he did next stunned everyone. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped Michael across the face. A crisp smack echoed t

Tiana barked out an order, her voice sharp. "Jerry, take Lauren away. Now!" Jerry immediately gripped Lauren by the arm, hurried her out of the building, and straight back to the Rhodes residence. Meanwhile, Andrew pulled out his phone and made a call. "Come get this dead loser out of here." Tiana's expression turned even colder. "You're seriously not planning to run? Even now, you're still standing here, wasting time?" Andrew glanced at her and let out a mocking chuckle. "Did I ever say I was running, Mrs. Rhodes?" Tiana's head buzzed as if she had just been struck. Her voice turned razor-sharp. "Andrew, do you actually think you can go up against Kenny and the Golding family? "You have no idea what you've done. Your reckless, idiotic bravado isn't just going to get you killed—it's going to drag Marvin down with you! You didn't just make a mess—you just signed a death warrant for yourself and everyone around you!" Andrew remained expressionless, completely unfazed by he

Tiana hung up the phone without hesitation. She did not need to think twice to know that Kenny would definitely be coming after Andrew now. After all, his only son was in Andrew's hands, barely clinging to life. If Kenny did not retaliate, pigs would surely start flying. Tiana let out a cold sneer and muttered, "That reckless idiot… he could've been a diamond in the rough, but instead, he's throwing himself into the fire. "His arrogance, his overinflated sense of confidence—it's all just a show, isn't it? He's trying to prove to me that he's worthy of Lauren. Hah! What a joke. Instead, he's dug his own grave." The more she thought about Andrew's blatant defiance, the angrier she became. To her, all of this was his way of trying to show off his strength in front of her. Then again, what was the point? Joe did not even have to lift a finger, and people would naturally bow before him, recognizing him as a king among men. Meanwhile, no matter how much Andrew fought or how much nois

Kenny's next move would be to deal with Lauren and her family. In Holtrien's underground world, two major ranking systems determined a martial artist's status—the Titan List and the Underworld Index. Every martial artist aspired to make it onto one of these lists. The Titan List was on a whole different level. It was reserved for monsters—legendary figures born into powerful families, heirs to elite dynasties, or top-tier military generals and special operatives. Anyone ranked on the Titan List was not just a fighter—they were a walking earthquake, a force that could shake the entire underworld. On the other hand, the Underworld Index, while not as terrifying, was still a prestigious ranking. Although it could not compare to the Titan List, for most crime families, syndicates, and martial arts clans, making it onto the Underworld Index was a once-in-a-lifetime honor. Jayrodale had plenty of fighters, but none had ever made the list. Yet, Phantom Eye ranked No. 35 on the Underw

Aspen grumbled, "Fine. If you won't listen, I won't waste my breath." Her voice turned cold as she added, "Andrew, if you do end up dead, then this ten billion and my freedom will no longer have anything to do with you." Andrew chuckled. "Alright. If I die, you can take the money and your freedom along with it. But luck tends to be on my side, so don't get your hopes up too high." Before Aspen could snap back, he ended the call. She stared at her phone, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but the words never came. A tight frustration built up in her chest, an unbearable sense of exasperation she had nowhere to release. She muttered, "Andrew, if you really end up dead, I'd actually be relieved. Don't expect any loyalty from me." She let out a dry laugh, feeling a little better after saying it out loud. With a hard press on the gas pedal, her red Ferrari roared to life and sped off. Even though she was certain Phantom Eye would take care of Andrew, she still h