Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Andrew said, "You were never

man to begin with."

Simon lunged forward, his attacks filled with venomous force. Yet, Andrew did not even flinch. Instead, he let out a mocking chuckle. Then, without hesitation, he met the attack head-on, throwing out both fists to counter.

Tiana's voice rang out urgently. "Mr. Lloyd, be careful! His hands are laced with poison! You can't make direct contact!"

Bane sneered. "Ah, Mrs. Rhodes, always so sharp-eyed and observant. But unfortunately, even if you see it coming, it changes nothing. Simon has mastered a lethal poison technique.

"Even if Andrew manages to dodge his strikes, his fate is already sealed. No matter what, his body will rot from the inside out!"noveldrama

Simon's poison was indeed insidious. His attacks carried a toxic force; even his breath could spread venomous particles into the air. In other words, there was virtually no way to defend against it.

But Andrew? Andrew never feared poison. He had shrugged off far worse before. Not even Gordon's deathly poison affected him.

So, what was Simon's poison compared to that?

Andrew caught Simon's fists mid-air, then cracked him across the face twice, sending Simon flying.

Lauren gasped. "Dr. Lloyd, watch out for the poison!"

Andrew remained calm. "Relax."

Simon groaned as he struggled back to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of thick, black blood.

"You can hit as hard as you want," Simon rasped, his lips twisting into a grin. "But every time you strike me, the poison seeps deeper into your body. Let's see who lasts longer, Andrew. Will you kill me first-or will my poison kill you?"

His bloodshot eyes gleamed with madness. Cultivating poison techniques had twisted his very nature. Now, he fought like a rabid animal, completely unafraid of death, lunging at Andrew once more.

Andrew snorted, unfazed. With a single step, he planted a devastating kick into Simon's chest.

A thud echoed through the room as Simon spat another mouthful of blood-this time a deep, sickly black. Andrew instinctively lifted his sleeve to shield his face, but even so, a few drops splattered onto his clothes. Simon clutched his chest, coughing violently, before looking up with a sinister smile.

"You didn't see that coming, did you? My blood is pure poison. Do you know how deadly a single drop of cobra venom is? It can kill 20 grown men. But my blood? It can take down 50. Andrew, your time is up!"

Andrew smirked. "Oh, really?"

He stepped forward, his fist moving like a gust of wind, and the punches rained down. Each strike landed wit brutal force, slamming into Simon's chest, face, and skull.

Simon gritted his teeth through the onslaught, spitting up blood yet still laughing like a madman. He howled "Go ahead, Andrew! Keep hitting me! Every second, the poison in my body leaks into the air-and you'll never escape it!"

Michael frowned, turning to Bane. “Bane, is Simon really going to win? Because honestly,.. it kinda looks like

Andrew's beating him to death."

Bane stood with his hands behind his back, completely unbothered. "He was just a pawn to begin with. If he dies, so be it. But don't worry-his body is already filled with lethal poison. If Andrew kills him, he'll be infected too. He won't escape unscathed."

Michael let out a slow breath, then grinned. “Good. A one-for-one trade isn't bad. I've waited for this bastard to die for so long. I've counted the damn days for it to happen

Bane scoffed. "Originally, Simon was supposed to be my tool against Tiana, but it seems that's no longer necessary. Tiana is already helpless. Once Andrew is dead, I'll snap her neck myself."

Suddenly, a sharp sound sliced through the air. It was the unmistakable whistle of a needle moving at lethal speed.