Chapter 4

Chapter 4

One of the three people was a gorgeous guy, probably in his twentics. He couldn't hold back a cold laugh.

His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Be your bodyguard? Fine, whatever. But three million a year? Who're you trying to lowball with that?"

This pretty guy was Brynjar, one of Raven's inner circle and a member of "the Triad" from "Valhalla", a global military force. People call him Brynjar "the Blade."

Dane's eyes narrowed, a dangerous spark flickering in them. "If that's your answer, you're finished."

The words barely landed before he charged at Brynjar, moving quick.

"Ugh!" A rough sound slipped out.

But halfway through his attack, a burning pain tore through his right arm.

He looked down-his tailored suit sleeve was slashed open.

Underneath, a deep cut stretched nearly the length of his forearm.

Blood gushed out, soaking the fabric fast, the wound so severe you could glimpse bone.

Sweat dotted his forehead, the pain hitting hard.

But Dane wasn't soft.

his arm throbbing, his expression stayed steady, almost

small, finger-sized knife between

three million's not enough. And with moves that weak,

the drop on me?"

Dane forced

word a

under a combat master since he was

city's top fighter couldn't hit him

hadn't even seen the strike

he'd

"You? You don't get

quick flick, a rope tightened around Dane's wrist, locking

asked, glancing at Raven, his voice easy now. Raven, still

on saving his fiancée, huh? Bring her in," she

it, boss," Brynjar replied with

he dragged

dropped her on the floor without

the ground hard but crawled

are these people? I'm scared!" she

so shaken-eyes wide and frantic, like a deer in a trap-Dane felt his chest

wanted to reassure her,

first time, he felt powerless, like a

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