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.

open the mangled door and

was about to curse when he

their faces hidden behind masks. Long shadows stretched

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

been set up,”

wasn’t just some random

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

trap. It seemed that Boston had been right all

for a while. You should go first.” Boston unsheathed a short knife. His eyes were sharp as he watched the

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

a while since we’ve last fought together. Let’s take this chance to show them

life-or-death situation, they’d both end up dead. Boston didn’t believe for a second that the assassins sent by Warrick would

black pulled out their knives as they

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

top. In such fights, momentum would often determine the outcome. It was a relentless, fearless drive

brief but intense

the air with precision, and his attacks

His agility and speed let him strike first, quickly overpowering his opponents with decisive

master in their own right. In terms of raw strength, they held the