"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.

cannot penetrate the car

unnerving rhythm. The cacophony sent Justin's mind racing back to his years on the

of bloodshed and survival, surged through

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

relentless

the car was immobilized. A flat tire meant they could no longer flee. There

"Ian, protect him."

released from a bow. The

closed in while brandishing their machetes, their eyes glinting with malice. Their snarling faces

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

clear to him now-Dr. Wagner was just a bonus. Undoubtedly orchestrated by Grant, the real

ambush to

Justin grabbed a black umbrella from

his hands, before

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