[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

He dodged just in time and grabbed

pain. Only then did he

only

over

pieces. His chiseled, handsome face was streaked

stood tall like an undefeated war god, a

enemy reinforcements arrived. They were quickly closing

if filled with blood. Gripping a blade wrestled from an

was no end

Grant's sinister, calculated scheme. Even if Justin fought his way out of the siege, the press conference

of a sports

"Justin! We're here!"

blue

storm of emotions churned in his chest. His entire being was filled with indomitable strength

bloodied lips only parted slightly. No sound escaped his lips, but inwardly, he shouted their

declaring war on Grant, Justin had resolved to walk this treacherous, sinister,

was ready to proceed

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