FreeGoodNovel[lan: Rachel, I love you!] [Rachel: lan, you're usually not this sappy. What's gotten into you?] lan dared not tell her about his current predicament.
He thought, 'If anything happens, let this be my final words.' His phone vibrated. Rachel's reply soon followed. [lan, I love you too.] Tears brimmed in lan's eyes. His lips trembled, and his heart raced wildly. 'Screw it. If I die, I die.' He reached for the machete, opened the car door, and charged forward to help Justin. He managed to injure two men in one go.
But he had no real combat skills. He was a complete amateur. Within a few exchanges, his arm was slashed, the wound so deep that the bone was almost visible.
"lan! Get back in the car!" Justin roared, glaring at him.
In that moment of distraction, a machete slashed straight toward Justin's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Salvador!" lan gasped, cold sweat soaked his back.
Fortunately, Justin reacted quickly. He dodged just in tand grabbed the arm blocking him, snapping it with brute force.
lan reeled back into the car, pale with pain. Only then did he understand why Justin had told him to stay out of it.
He was only causing trouble.
A dozen trained men surrounded Justin, attacking him alone. But in just over ten minutes, they fell one after another, blood pooling on the ground.
Justin's suit was in shreds, slashed to pieces. His chiseled, handsface was streaked with blood.
He stood tall like an undefeated war god, a dragon among men.
But enemy reinforcements arrived. They were quickly closing in.
Justin's eyes glowed crimson, as if filled with blood. Gripping a blade wrestled from an enemy, he tilted his head. The sound of cracking joints echoed sharply.
There was no end to the killing.
Surely, this was Grant's sinister, calculated scheme. Even if Justin fought his way out of the siege, the press conference would already be over.
At that moment, the roar of a sports car engine cfrom behind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Justin! We're here!" Justin whipped his head around. From a blue Ferrari, Asher and Drew stepped down with composure.
'Ash! Drew!' His bloodied lips only parted slightly. No sound escaped his lips, but inwardly, he shouted their names. Ever since declaring war on Grant, Justin had resolved to walk this treacherous, sinister, unpredictable path alone. He was ready to proceed in solitude.
But fate showed him mercy, refusing to let him fight alone. It brought him Asher, a brother who shared life and death with him, and Drew, with whom he had rekindled their school-day camaraderie. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesAll of it was thanks to Bella.
"Ash, you and Justin take the others and leave. I'll handle this alone," Drew said. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his black trench coat, his clothes flapping in the wind. Content belongs to en kikistoriesswn Asher flexed his fingers. His eyes gleamed red. The Matrix within him stirred.
"No. We go together." "Ash, have you forgotten what I do for a living?" Drew winked and drew a tranquilizer gun from behind his waist. "What era do we live in? Brawling in the streets? How outdated." Asher frowned but chuckled, feeling slightly relieved. "Be careful then." Drew shot forward like a bolt of lightning, dashing toward Justin.
Their eyes met briefly. Without hesitation, Drew pressed his palm against Justin's back and forcefully shoved him in the opposite direction.
Justin's pupils contracted as he stared at Drew's resolute figure.
Drew was like a beam of light piercing through the gloom, illuminating Justin's path forward. "Go. Leave this to me."
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