In a narrow alley, Andrew hooked the golden restraints around an iron railing and gave a violent pull. The railing warped under the force, nearly tearing off completely, but the golden threads on his wrists only bent slightly.

They were made from steel cables that were as fine as hair, flexible yet so strong that not even ten bulls could snap them.

Andrew remained patient and moved to another section of the bars, repeating the same method.

After half an hour of grinding effort, the golden threads finally gave way and snapped. He pulled out his phone and immediately dialed Lauren and the other two women.

Goldridge was already brewing with danger, and he needed to get them out of the city and back to Gabo Creek province as soon as possible.

Just then, two martial artists with cigarettes in their mouths and red ribbons tied to their sleeves passed by the alley. They paused after a few steps, then doubled back, eyeing Andrew suspiciously.

One of them pulled out his phone to rep