[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

Justin reacted quickly. He dodged just in time and

Only then did he understand why Justin had told him to

only

But in just over ten

suit was in shreds, slashed to pieces. His chiseled, handsome face was streaked

an undefeated war god, a

arrived. They were quickly closing

blood. Gripping a blade wrestled from an

was no end to the

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

roar of a sports

"Justin! We're here!"

around. From a blue Ferrari, Asher

gaze wavered slightly. A storm of emotions churned in his chest.

No sound escaped his lips, but inwardly, he

had resolved to walk this treacherous, sinister, unpredictable path

ready to proceed

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