2026-11-02 13:29:13“Kill him!” Donald roared, stepping back. “Tear him apart!”
Leo immediately stepped forward to draw his weapon, but Andrew held up a single palm, stopping his subordinate in his tracks. “Stay back, Leo. I’ll handle this.”
Something primal was roaring to life beneath his ribs.
Donald saw the gesture and let out a thunderous, mocking laugh, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
“Handle this? You?” Donald sneered, pointing a thick finger at Andrew. “Look around, you stupid fisherman! You might have learned a cheap bar trick, but you're still outnumbered ten to one. Do you really think you can take us all on with your bare hands?”
The mercenaries, emboldened by Donald's laughter, raised their weapons and slowly closed in, forming a tight circle around Andrew.
“I'm going to enjoy watching them break every bone in your body,” Donald smirked, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, looking completely untouchable. “This time, I’ll make sure they dump your corpse in an incinerator. Nothing left to swim away.”
Andrew didn't look at the armed men. He just stared directly into Donald's eyes. A faint, dangerous smile played on his lips.
“Ten to one?” Andrew asked softly. “That's barely a warm-up.”
Before Donald could laugh again, Andrew’s figure blurred.
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Chapter 9: law suit
On the morning of the lawsuit, gray storm clouds hung heavily over the skyline. Andrew sat in the passenger seat of the black sedan as Leo navigated the busy downtown boulevard toward the courthouse. They had barely merged onto the elevated main road when the vehicle suddenly jerked violently to the left. “Boss, the steering wheel is locked!” Leo shouted, his knuckles turning white as he wrestled with the controls. “The brakes aren't responding! Someone cut the hydraulic line!” The sedan swerved wildly across three lanes, tires screeching against the asphalt before smashing hard into a reinforced concrete highway barrier. BANG! The violent impact shattered the windshield into thousands of flying crystalline shards, sending the vehicle spinning out of control. In that split second of terror, Andrew reacted on pure, seasoned reflex. He reached out with an arm like an iron bar, grabbing Leo by the collar and pulling him down toward the floorboards just as the car flipped sidew
Chapter 8: What else is there to regret
Just then, an official courier arrived, handing Andrew an envelope. It was an aggressive lawsuit filed by the Moore family’s legal team, charging him with defamation, harassment, and illegal extortion. Before Andrew could even read through the first page, his phone vibrated across the mahogany desk. Victoria’s name flashed on the screen. Andrew answered, putting it on speaker. “Andrew,” Victoria’s sharp voice came through, tense and commanding. “We need to talk privately. Immediately. Meet me at Le Grand Bistro at noon.” “Very well,” Andrew replied calmly, hanging up without another word. At noon, Andrew walked into the upscale French restaurant. Victoria was already seated in a prime booth, wearing large sunglasses and an expensive silk blouse. Just as Andrew approached, a young waiter accidentally clinked a water glass against the marble table while setting it down. Victoria instantly tore off her glasses, her face contorting with venom. “Are you blind, you i
Chapter 7 Part II: Deal with them
Six armed thugs charged at once, swinging iron pipes and combat knives. Andrew moved purely on instinct—reflexes his conscious mind could barely comprehend. He ducked under a lethal swing, seized an attacker’s wrist, and snapped it with effortless precision before driving an elbow into the second man’s solar plexus, dropping them both like lead weights.However, his recovery over the past six months was not yet complete. The heavy lingering damage in his ribs worked against him.A heavy boot caught Andrew from behind, and a sudden, brutal blow to the temple sent him stumbling violently across the concrete floor.Pain exploded behind his eyes. In that split second of blinding agony, another vivid memory flashed across his consciousness: explosions tearing through night skies, a muddy battlefield soaked in red, and thousands of roaring voices shouting his real title in desperate reverence.I am not a fisherman, his blood screamed.Andrew shook his head, planted his feet, and steadi
Chapter 7 Part I: Deal with them
Andrew stepped out of the shadows and walked toward the entrance of the underground facility. “I am here to see the person in charge,” Andrew demanded, his voice steady and cold. Two towering guards immediately blocked his path, sneering as they looked him up and down. “Who do you think you are, little man?” the first guard mocked, resting a hand on his holstered weapon. “What does an ordinary, weak-looking runt like you want with our boss? Get lost before we break your scrawny neck!” Andrew didn't flinch. “Move out of my way.” The guards’ sneers vanished, replaced by scowls of annoyance. Just as the confrontation was about to turn violent, the heavy metal door at the back creaked open. A burly man in an unbuttoned designer shirt strode forward. It was Donald Vance—Marcus’s uncle. The moment Donald’s eyes landed on Andrew, he froze dead in his tracks. His jaw slackened, and his eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He recognized this face instantly. It was the battered
Chapter 6: Marcus’ Uncle
Andrew stepped out of the heavy front doors of the Moore mansion, letting the night breeze wash over his face.Waiting down the paved driveway was a sleek, pitch-black armored sedan. The rear door clicked open, and Andrew slid into the plush leather interior. Sitting behind the steering wheel was a sharp-eyed man in a dark suit—Leo, his most loyal right hand.Leo glanced into the rearview mirror, a broad grin spreading across his face. “Boss! Man, I would have paid a million dollars to be a fly on the wall in there. Tell me, did Victoria and that greedy family of hers actually faint when the ‘dead fisherman’ walked through the front door? Their faces must have been pure comedy!”Andrew adjusted his cuffs, his face expressionless. “Drive. And give me the update on the investigation.”Seeing Andrew’s icy demeanor, Leo wiped the grin off his face and straightened his shoulders. He became dead serious in an instant. Leo had followed Andrew through hell and back, long before POWER had
Chapter 5: Fragments of memory
Marcus finally made his decision and refused to accept Andrew’s demands. He was still thoroughly annoyed with Victoria for pushing his hand away and ignoring him earlier to plead with her former husband, but he planned to settle that private score with her later in private. Right now, he needed to crush this beggar’s arrogance. Stepping squarely in front of Victoria, Marcus let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed off the high marble walls of the dining hall. “You really think you can stand here and issue orders to us?” Marcus sneered, looking down his nose with pure condescension. “You think a filthy dock rat like you can challenge the combined power of the Moore family and the prestigious Vance empire? You’re delusional, Andrew. We won’t give you a single penny. In fact, if you want your so-called savings and compensation so badly, why don't you try taking us to court? Let’s see what the law thinks of a penniless fisherman trying to shake down high society!” Andrew did not b
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