[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

time and grabbed the

did

was only causing

dozen trained men surrounded Justin, attacking him alone. But in just over ten minutes, they fell one

to pieces. His chiseled, handsome face was streaked with

stood tall like an undefeated

arrived. They were quickly

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

end to

calculated scheme. Even if Justin fought his way out of the

the roar of a sports

"Justin! We're here!"

a blue

slightly. A storm of emotions churned in his

parted slightly. No sound escaped his lips, but inwardly, he

Grant, Justin had resolved to walk this treacherous, sinister, unpredictable path

was ready to proceed

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