---- Chapter 2902 The wastnd fell into dead silence. Several vultures circled overhead, letting out their annoying croaks. Where birds like that appeared, it usually meant one thing: death, and not just one or two bodies. Marshall panted heavily as he finally reached hisst remaining unit. What he saw made his blood run cold. Every elite warrior of the Ludendorff family was dead, and they had died horribly. Some were cut in half at the waist, while others were simply beheaded. Worse still, every vehicle had been destroyed.


    Some were blown apart, while others were smashed beyond recognition. Marshall''s expression darkened. He walked through the wreckage after the battle, desperately hoping to find any survivors, but after searching back and forth for over ten minutes, all he saw were dead subordinates. There was not a single living soul. Taking a deep breath, Marshall scanned his surroundings. Andrew was nowhere to be seen. The man was like the craftiest of hunters. He struck once, then vanished immediately. ---- "Come out!" Marshall suddenly roared.


    His thunderous shout erupted from his chest and echoed across the wilderness. "If you''re a man,e out and face me one-on-one! You''re on the Ludendorff family''s death list now. You have no chance of survival in the Ounds!" He shouted until his voice grew hoarse, but the only response came from a few vultures perched on withered trees. Marshall felt an indescribable irritation gnawing at him, as if even these wretched birds were mocking him. He drew the pistol from his waist and fired several shots. After a chaotic flurry, the vultures flew away, leaving behind a few carcasses.


    Even so, Marshall''s violent rage was not relieved in the slightest. He knew he was nothing more than helplessly venting his anger. Unable to find his enemy, he had taken it out on those stupid birds. He muttered to himself, "Calm down, Marshall! Calm down!" At the critical moment, the discipline of a true Ludendorff finally showed. Marshall knew that he could not find Andrew on his own. He had to admit that he had been careless and had underestimated his opponent. The man was clearly a true beast. Given even the ---- smallest opening, he had wiped out all of his followers.


    There was only one option left: he had to return to the family immediately, gather elite forces, andunch a ruthless manhunt. There was no other way. Though unwilling, Marshall forced himself to head toward the nearest major city. First, he needed transportation to return to his family. Andrew had left him no path of retreat, and his intent was vicious beyond words. Across the endless wastnd, Marshall continued on foot as the distant city slowly drew closer. He had been traveling alone for three straight hours. Then suddenly, a dull bang sounded behind him.


    Every hair on Marshall''s body stood on end, knowing danger was close. Without a second thought, he dropped his head sharply. With a sharp whistle, arge caliber sniper round flew over his scalp. The attack came without warning. If not for his keen instincts, he would have been gravely wounded or killed. "You are digging your own grave!" Marshall forced the words out ---- through clenched teeth He spun around instantly On the ridge behind him, Andrew had appeared again. He stood above him, looking down with cold indifference. He even raised two fingers and curled them at Marshall.


    The provocation and humiliation were absolute. Marshall understood what the gesture meant. Leaning forward, he snarled and immediately turned back to give chase. Yet when he reached the ridge three minutester, Andrew had vanished once again. Looking around, there were plenty of tracks, but they were chaotic and misleading. Finding Andrew precisely under such conditions was nearly impossible. Marshall forced himself to calm down again, over and over. He told himself that this was exactly what the man wanted. He was deliberately trying to break his mental state.


    So, Marshall swallowed the humiliation of being toyed with like a puppet. He turned back once more and sprinted toward the city that was now clearly visible. Suddenly, another gunshot rang out. Once again, the shot was aimed straight at Marshall''s head. He ---- rolled awkwardly and barely dodged it. He gritted his teeth as his face twisted in fury It was beyond intolerable. He turned again and gave chase. But when he reached the ridge, Andrew had vanished yet again.