[Ian: Rachel, I love you!]

[Rachel: Ian, you're usually not this sappy. What's gotten into you?]

Ian 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. [Ian, I love you too.]

Tears brimmed in Ian'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.

"Ian! Get back in the car!" Justin roared, glaring at him.

In that moment of distraction, a machete slashed straight toward Justin's face.

Salvador!" Ian gasped, cold sweat soaked

time and grabbed the arm blocking

Only then did he understand why Justin had told him to

was only causing

men surrounded Justin, attacking him alone. But in just over ten

shreds, slashed to pieces. His chiseled, handsome face was

undefeated war god, a dragon among

enemy reinforcements arrived. They

if filled with blood. Gripping a blade wrestled from an enemy, he tilted his head.

was no end to the

scheme. Even if Justin fought his way out of the siege, the press conference would

that moment, the roar of a sports

"Justin! We're here!"

head around. From a blue Ferrari, Asher and

of emotions churned in his chest. His entire being

parted slightly. No sound escaped his

had resolved to walk this treacherous, sinister, unpredictable

ready to proceed in

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