Andrew realized that he had forgotten about someone: Rowan!

She had risked her own life trying to rescue him earlier. Although she had not succeeded, the gesture alone spoke volumes.

While Andrew did not feel any romantic stirrings for her just yet, he still felt somewhat indebted to her, especially since he had successfully escaped from Goldridge. If she had not heard the news and tried again to pull some reckless stunt, that would spell real trouble.

Soon, Andrew calmed down. The great battle at the Yeager estate would definitely shake all of Goldridge. And later, when Victoria stormed in solo, it definitely stirred the pot even more.

Plus, Riker, the unfortunate leader of Hidden Dragons, ended up barely clinging to life. All those events stacked together had to be big enough for Rowan to catch wind of what happened.

So, if word had gotten out that he had already made it out alive, she would have known to stand down. That reckless brat would surely know how to avoid danger.

Still, the Onyx Serpents were in a rough spot. With Jerome no longer serving as leader, the Southern Martial Union headquarters was now controlled by the McCormick family elite.

Of the three major gangs in Gabo Creek, two had already switched sides to the new power, and only the Onyx Serpents remained unwilling to submit.

If this continued, they would definitely face retribution.

Andrew wondered how Rowan would decide to handle things. Fortunately, he knew there was still an elder behind Rowan.

This person was considered the Onyx Serpents’ guardian expert, and with this elder around, even if the Onyx Serpents could not counterattack, they should be able to escape safely.

Andrew checked his energy core, feeling the burning heat pulsing deep within. A slow grin crept across his face. His Inferno Strike was growing more powerful by the day, another weapon to help him stay alive.

He stepped out of his room and walked next door. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and went straight in. The window was open, letting the night air creep in, with only the distant glow of city lights flickering outside.

It was already deep into the night.

Andrew’s brows furrowed as he spotted Eric on the couch, visibly shivering.

“Why aren’t you sleeping? What’s wrong?” Eric’s whole body was emanating cold air, his lips were trembling, and they had turned a bluish-purple color.

“Phantom Mirage always acts up like this in the late-night hour. It’s nothing, and I’m used to it!”

Andrew cursed under his breath as he saw Eric’s breath literally fogging the air. “If this keeps up, your body’s going to break down. No one can handle this kind of internal chill forever. Sit still. Turn around. I’ll help you.”

Without waiting for a reply, Andrew forcefully turned Eric around and reached out to transfer heat into his body.

Eric flinched. “What are you doing? Don’t touch me!”

Andrew mimicked his tone with a smirk. “What are you doing? Don’t touch me. Ugh, Eric, you sound so dramatic when you talk like that. Just sit still. I’m going to make you feel better.”

He coughed meaningfully. “And not like that kind of ‘better’… not whatever freaky stuff you and Mr. Fischer were into. Just clearing that up. What I’m giving you is real warmth. You’ll know what it means to feel heat.”

He activated his Inferno Strike and drew the fire-like energy out from his core. It surged through his palm and into Eric’s body like a rushing tide.

Almost instantly, Eric’s trembling eased. His clenched muscles began to relax, and for once, he did not look like he was freezing to death. His face softened, the pain finally lifting for a moment.