An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Jovian, listen to me. West Lucozia’s trouble runs deep. You won’t be able to handle it. You need to get out of there,” Boston urged.

When Jovian remained silent, Boston couldn’t hide his growing concern. After all, they were comrades, and he didn’t want to see his friend die on the street.

“You’re right. I’m not afraid if they come at me head-on. What worries me is if they come at me from behind.”

After hesitating for a moment, Jovian nodded. “Alright, Boston. Take me back to the hotel. I’ll pack my things.”

“Now that’s more like it.” Boston sighed in relief. “As they say, there’s always a chance as long as you’re alive. The most important thing is to stay safe.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll buy you a drink next time.” Jovian smiled.

Without Boston’s constant advice, Jovian might have taken a chance. But if things went south, he’d regret it too late.

Back at the hotel, Jovian wasted no time. He packed quickly, then hopped into Boston’s car to head to the airport. With the burden lifted, they joked and laughed along the way.

As they neared a junction, a large truck ran a red light and sped straight toward them.

The driver reacted too late and steered the wheel just in time to tip the jeep over. It rolled several times before crashing through a guardrail and landing in a roadside ditch.

The driver passed out on the spot while Jovian and Boston were thrown around. They were severely shaken. Fortunately, their strength kept them from serious injury.

mangled door and

it…” He was about to curse when he saw three figures

in black, with their faces hidden behind masks. Long

and his gaze locked onto the three figures. He frowned, and an uneasy

like we’ve been set up,” he

him now. This wasn’t just some random accident but a planned

tells me that they’re not here to chat.” Jovian shrugged off his jacket to

trap. It seemed that Boston

should go first.” Boston unsheathed a

cracked his neck and said with a determined look. “We’re not helpless. We can

together. Let’s take this chance to show them what we’re made of.” Boston

didn’t believe for a second that

as they

hell with it! We’re going all in,” Boston shouted, and the two charged

one would come out on top. In such fights, momentum would often

but intense sprint, the five

His military knife slashed through the air with precision, and his attacks were fast and

of hand-to -hand combat and grappling. His agility and speed let him strike first, quickly overpowering his opponents

were no amateurs. Each one was close to being a master in their own right.