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.

the mangled door and

when he saw three figures jumping off the

dressed in black, with their faces hidden behind masks. Long shadows

three figures. He frowned, and an

we’ve been set up,”

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

they’re not here to chat.”

to avoid this trap. It seemed that Boston had been

the airport. I’ll hold them off for a while. You should go first.” Boston unsheathed a

best, but I won’t leave you behind.” Jovian cracked his neck

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

they didn’t fight together in a life-or-death situation, they’d both end up dead. Boston didn’t believe for a second that the

in black pulled out their knives as they got

hell with it! We’re going all in,” Boston

two brave souls clashed, one would come out on top. In such fights, momentum would

a brief but intense

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

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

a master in their own