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.”

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

then I

escaped, it would’ve spelled trouble for both

question is, can

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

approvingly. “I’ll handle the interrogation. You clean up

his teacup in

back into their conversation, someone knocked on

“Enter,” Warrick called.

Ronan stepped in first, followed by two subordinates carrying a stretcher. A body lay

bring him in?” Warrick asked

All we could bring back is his body,” Ronan

fools! I specifically ordered you to bring him in alive. And now you’ve brought me his body?” His voice boomed through

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

you where you stand.” Warrick unsheathed his blade in one swift

hand to stop him. “Calm down, Mr. Prescott. No one expected Jovian to kill himself. What’s done is

back into its sheath. “Fine. You live. But you won’t get

mercy, Sir Prescott,” Ronan

of being bedridden, but at least

were about to leave.