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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2641

Andrew’s fists came down like a rainstorm, and every hit landed squarely on Conrad’s skull. In return, Conrad kept driving his knee into Andrew’s side and stomach, and every strike made Andrew cough up more blood. The people around the plaza were horrified, and some finally recognized the two men. The people running the live stream frantically aimed their cameras at the two men in the crater, determined not to miss a single second. This was a brutal, primal display of violence, and they were committed to recording it, even if their stream got shut down.

The cruel injuries and attacks between them continued. Conrad felt his vision darkening as if the world was slowly fading out, and his eyes burned like someone had poured acid straight into them. He knew it was because the blood vessels were bursting from the pressure. If this kept up, his eyeballs might literally pop. Meanwhile, Andrew’s punches kept crashing down on his head. Conrad felt like his skull was splitting. He even began to feel numb, sensing his life force rapidly draining away. His strikes —- against Andrew gradually weakened.

Finally, using the last bit of vision remaining in his eyes, he looked up at Andrew and gasped out, weak and utterly spent, “H- How can you still… keep going?” Andrew’s face was expressionless, deathly pale. Only his eyes remained dead and hollow. Andrew drove two more punches into Conrad’s head, and with a buzzing snap inside his mind, Conrad finally blacked out However, Andrew kept swinging, It looked like Conrad’s head was about to turn to mush. Luna cried out in anguish, “No, Andrew!” Andrew’s raised fist, with bone fragments already exposed, froze in midair at her words.

Then, he collapsed to the side, staring at the sky with vacant eyes, and mumbled, “How can I still keep going? Because I already told you… You’re just a coward, a weakling! I could destroy you anytime, anywhere!” Isabelle rushed over and hugged him tightly, sobbing, “Andrew, does it hurt? Why did you just let him beat you up? Conrad isn’t worthy of your friendship… He doesn’t deserve it!” Valerie gritted her teeth hard while quickly stopping Andrew’s —- bleeding, saying resentfully, “I’ll never understand you men and your twisted pride.

Was killing Conrad really that hard for you?” Andrew let them tend to him and murmured, “Killing him might not have been hard, but getting past that barrier in my heart? That’s something I couldn’t overcome for years. It’s so difficult!” Luna said nothing and helped wipe the blood from Andrew’s face. As she wiped, she gently stroked Andrew’s blood-stained face with her delicate fingers. His features were stern and chiseled, and no one would guess this iron-blooded man would only turn 30 next year.

Meanwhile, Conrad lay completely ignored beside them, his skull cracked open and half his eyeball nearly hanging out. Even like this, the three women forgot he existed entirely. The Cunningham family stared at the frozen livestream screen showing Conrad’s nearly lifeless face. Otto yelled, “Save him! Or bring his body back! Move! Now! You worthless mutts, move!” As he roared, he struck out with his palm. The large livestream screen immediately shattered into pieces. Conrad had been beaten to a pulp, something Otto had never considered possible from the start.

—- Nothing was supposed to end like this, because the tides had been fully in their favor,