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

say so, then I won’t

would’ve spelled trouble

about my men. Jovian will be captured. The real question is, can you

my command. I’ve already given the order. Nothing from tonight will ever be

handle the interrogation. You

a successful partnership.” Huxley raised his teacup in a toast before draining

back into their conversation, someone knocked on the

“Enter,” Warrick called.

in first, followed by two subordinates carrying a stretcher. A

him

own life. All we could bring back is his body,” Ronan replied

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

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

where you stand.” Warrick unsheathed his blade in one

Mr. Prescott. No one expected Jovian to kill himself. What’s done

You live. But you won’t get off easy. You’ll receive 80

you for your mercy, Sir Prescott,” Ronan

being bedridden, but at least he’d

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