[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

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

pale with pain. Only then did he understand why Justin had told him to stay out

only causing

surrounded Justin, attacking him alone. But in just over ten minutes, they fell one after another, blood pooling on

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

undefeated war

They

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

end to

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

moment, the roar of a sports

"Justin! We're here!"

blue Ferrari, Asher and Drew stepped down with

churned in his chest. His entire

sound escaped his lips, but inwardly, he shouted their

since declaring war on Grant, Justin had resolved to walk

to

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