[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

quickly. He dodged just in time and grabbed the arm

car, pale with pain. Only then did

only causing

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

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

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 cracking joints echoed

was no end to the

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

that moment, the roar of a sports car engine came from

"Justin! We're here!"

his head around. From a blue Ferrari, Asher

wavered slightly. A storm of emotions churned in his

only parted slightly. No sound escaped

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

ready to proceed in

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