[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.

cold sweat soaked his

Justin reacted quickly. He dodged just in time and grabbed the arm blocking him, snapping it with

with pain. Only then did he

was only

just over ten minutes, they

pieces. His chiseled, handsome face was streaked

tall like an undefeated war

arrived. They were

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

end to the

if Justin fought his way out

a sports car engine came from

"Justin! We're here!"

blue Ferrari,

in Justin's gaze wavered slightly. A storm of emotions churned in his

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

had resolved to walk

was ready to proceed in

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