"Ahhh!" Ian screamed in terror, curling up under the car seat.

It was not that he was a coward. In fact, he was quite courageous.

However, who in their right mind could stay composed in a scene like this?

Following Justin meant he never had to worry about starving, but it also meant living on the edge, constantly walking a tightrope.

If this continued, he might as well start carrying anxiety medication at all times.

Justin's strong frame shielded Dr. Wagner beneath him.

He understood the truth. These attackers were targeting the witness, aiming to eliminate anything that could be used against them. If they could take him down in the process, or at least seriously injure him, it would be an unexpected bonus.

It was a vicious and ruthless move.

Dr. Wagner muttered prayers under his breath, reciting the rosary at an increasingly frantic pace. The man protecting him seemed to have a strength that surpasses that of a god.

The arrows can pierce glass, but they cannot penetrate the car

hitting the vehicle created an unnerving rhythm. The cacophony sent Justin's mind racing back to his years on the battlefield in

full of bloodshed and survival, surged through

fierce resolve. His blood pumped faster, boiling with adrenaline and an indomitable

or six relentless

immobilized. A flat tire meant they could no longer flee. There was only one option left. They had to fight their

"Ian, protect him."

Justin spoke, he burst from the vehicle like an arrow released from a bow. The car door swung open, and he launched himself

outside. Without any hesitation, they closed in while brandishing their machetes, their eyes glinting with

the tailored suit, his muscular frame tensed, each fiber of his being coiled like a spring ready to unleash. His fists clenched, emitting audible

orchestrated by Grant,

an ambush to

grabbed a black umbrella from the car door. He

before

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