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

when he saw three figures jumping off

dressed in black, with their faces hidden behind masks. Long shadows stretched under the dim streetlights,

gaze locked onto the three figures. He frowned, and

we’ve been set up,” he

now. This wasn’t just

Something tells me that they’re not here to chat.” Jovian shrugged

trap. It seemed that Boston had been right all along. The real

airport. I’ll hold them off for a while. You should go first.” Boston unsheathed a short knife. His eyes were sharp as

nonsense are you saying? I may not be the best, but I won’t leave you behind.” Jovian cracked his neck and said with a

we’ve last fought together. Let’s take this chance to show them what we’re made of.” Boston got into a fighting

dead. Boston didn’t

in black pulled out their knives as they

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

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

a brief but intense sprint, the five men

powerhouse. His military knife slashed through the air with precision, and

combat and grappling. His agility and speed

assassins were no amateurs. Each one was close to being a master in their own right. In terms of raw strength, they held