Chapter 1704

Blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth, flowing continuously. “You… have such terrifyingly powerful inner strength. With just one hand, you could shatter my heart. Andrew, you’re definitely not an ordinary person. I underestimated you!”

After delivering these final words, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index died.

The sound of machetes being brandished rose again from both sides as they closed in for the kill.

Andrew chuckled lightly and strolled forward, casually picking up two morning stars from the ground.

He tested their weight and frowned: “Too light.”

Then, with a burst of force, his right hand launched upward. The first attacker, who had barely reached him, had his blade shattered and his body wrecked by a single blow.

The man was dead before he hit the ground.

With a low growl, Andrew spun the morning star in a clean arc, ignoring the blades all around him. The alley echoed with the clash of metal, and countless weapons were smashed apart in seconds.

His blood boiled, which was dangerous because it meant Andrew had truly given in to his bloodlust.

Ezra was down, but there were still about 18 of Marcelo’s men nearby.

It had been a long time since Andrew cut loose like this. With two loud bangs, his weapons met two more skulls.

Their agonized screams were brief yet piercing.

These elite fighters under Marcelo were bloodthirsty and fearless of death, but unfortunately, they had picked the wrong target. Being fearless was one thing – being capable of surviving was another. You could be as ruthless as you wanted, but before overwhelming power, that meant nothing.

In the dark alley, lit only by the neon haze of the distant nightlife, there were no pedestrians.

Not even the wind dared stir.

Only Andrew stood among the bodies scattered everywhere. With two clanging sounds, he dropped the morning stars from his hands. Some blood had splattered on his body, which made him very uncomfortable.

There was no point in heading back to the Ulrich residence, so he turned around and walked toward the alley’s entrance.

Just then, several off-road SUVs screeched to a stop, their tires screaming against the curb. Doors flung open, and a dozen men in black jumped out.

Leading them were Logan and Aspen.

“Mr. Lloyd, are you okay?” Aspen cried, her face pale as paper. She rushed toward him but stopped halfway, frozen in her tracks.

Behind Andrew was a blood-soaked scene.

Her wide, beautiful eyes trembled. She couldn’t help but wonder if a massacre had just happened here.

Logan glanced past Andrew into the alley, and his eyelid twitched violently.

He said nothing, though. Instead, he looked Andrew straight in the eye and grinned. “You’re good? Great. Let’s head back.”

Andrew shook his head. “Before we go home, find me a place to shower. I’m not walking into the house like this. I’ll freak everyone out.”

Logan let out a booming laugh. “I know you’re a clean freak, and you’re way too soft on your pretty girls. No worries. Tonight, it’s on me. We’re hitting the spa!”

Andrew turned toward Aspen, noticing her shaking. “Why are you trembling? Cold?”

Aspen forced a smile. “Not cold… I–I’m just… not used to this.”

Andrew spoke flatly. “You better get used to it. Seeing blood won’t just be a warm-up for someone walking the assassin’s path. One day, it won’t just be blood. You’ll see heads roll.”

Her face turned ghostly white as she murmured, “Got it… honey.”

Andrew let out a sharp grunt. “When we’re in public, call me Mr. Lloyd.”

“Yes, Mr. Lloyd!” she chirped, trying to steady her voice.