An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

A dull sound echoed through the air.

Jovian’s body shuddered. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, and nose as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. He was dead. After fighting to his last breath, he had chosen the only honorable way out.

The scene had left even the assassins, who were no strangers to bloodshed, momentarily stunned. Taking one’s own life so decisively wasn’t something just anyone could do. Even the lowest of creatures had the instinct to cling to life, let alone a human being.

“This guy… He’s ruthless,” Ronan muttered, and his face darkened.

Warrick had given strict orders to capture Jovian alive, but now he was dead.

Now, Ronan had no way to deliver. If he had known it would come to this, he would have personally intervened to kill Jovian first.

“What now, boss?” one of the assassins asked.

“Clean up the scene,” Ronan ordered. “I’ll take the body back myself.” With that, he hoisted Jovian’s body onto his shoulder, tossed it into the vehicle, and drove off.

Warrick and Huxley were enjoying a casual tea session inside a luxurious private estate while waiting for the mission’s update.

“Mr. Prescott, it’s been a while, and there’s still no word from your men. Don’t tell me that they’ve failed,” Huxley inquired.

“Impossible,” Warrick replied firmly. “My assassins are the best of the best. There’s even a grandmaster martial artist among them. Taking down two nobodies should’ve been effortless.”

when he did, the mission was always a guaranteed success. There had

so, then I won’t worry.” Huxley looked

Jovian had escaped, it would’ve spelled

be captured. The real question is, can

capital is under my command. I’ve already given the order. Nothing from tonight will ever be leaked. By sunrise, Jovian will have

nodded approvingly. “I’ll handle the interrogation. You

Huxley raised his

into their

“Enter,” Warrick called.

swung open. Ronan stepped in first, followed by two subordinates carrying a stretcher. A body lay on it, draped in a

bring him

Prescott, the target took his own life. All we could bring back

“You useless fools! I specifically ordered you to bring

to his knees. ” I’ve failed my mission. I

kill you where you stand.” Warrick unsheathed his blade in

he could strike, Huxley raised a hand to stop him. “Calm down, Mr. Prescott. No one expected Jovian to kill himself. What’s done is done. Punishing them won’t change anything. We should focus on cleaning

but reluctantly slid his sword back into its sheath. “Fine. You live. But you won’t get off easy. You’ll receive 80

Sir Prescott,” Ronan said quickly,

being bedridden, but at least

as they were about to leave. “Did you leave any loose ends? Any