An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2463

“Jovian, you need to listen to me. West Lucozia is in serious trouble. You can’t handle it. You have to get out of there,” Boston said urgently.

Jovian stayed quiet, which only made Boston more worried. They were friends, and Boston didn’t want to see Jovian hurt.

“I’m not scared if they come at me directly. What worries me is if they sneak up on me,” Jovian admitted after a moment of thought.

Finally, Jovian nodded. “Okay, Boston. Take me back to the hotel. I’ll pack my things.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Boston said, feeling relieved. “As they say, as long as you’re alive, there’s always hope. Staying safe is the most important thing.”

“Thanks, man. I owe you a drink next time,” Jovian smiled.

If it weren’t for Boston’s advice, Jovian might have taken a risky chance. But if things went badly, he would regret it too late.

Back at the hotel, Jovian quickly packed his belongings. Then he jumped into Boston’s car, and they drove to the airport, joking and laughing to lighten the mood.

Suddenly, as they approached a junction, a large truck ran a red light and barreled towards them.

The driver reacted too late, swerving just enough to tip the jeep over. It rolled several times before crashing through a guardrail and landing in a ditch by the roadside.

The driver passed out instantly, while Jovian and Boston were thrown around inside the car. They were shaken up but thankfully, not seriously hurt.

Boston managed to kick open the twisted door and climbed out.

“Damn it…” he started to curse, but then he noticed three figures jumping off the truck.

The figures were dressed in black, their faces hidden by masks. Long shadows stretched under the dim streetlights, making them look threatening and almost otherworldly.

Jovian climbed out of the car, and his eyes locked onto the approaching figures.

The three figures approached, and a frown creased Jovian’s face. An uneasy feeling settled in his chest.

“It looks like we’ve been set up,” he said grimly.

Now he understood—this wasn’t just a random incident; it was a planned attack.

“Yeah. I have a feeling they’re not here to chat,” Jovian replied, shrugging off his jacket to reveal his muscular build.

He had thought he was being cautious, but it wasn’t enough to evade this trap. Boston had been right all along: the real danger from Warrick was far from over.

“Jovian, we’re close to the airport. I’ll hold them off for a bit. You should go first,” Boston said, drawing a short knife. His sharp eyes kept watch on the men in black.

“What nonsense are you talking about? I may not be the best, but I won’t leave you behind,” Jovian replied, cracking his neck with determination. “We can handle ourselves in a fight.”

“Good! It’s been a while since we fought together. Let’s show them what we’ve got,” Boston said, getting into a fighting stance.

If they didn’t fight side by side in this life-or-death situation, they knew they wouldn’t make it out alive. Boston didn’t doubt for a second that Warrick’s assassins wouldn’t show mercy.

The three men in black drew their knives as they closed in, about thirty feet away.

“To hell with it! We’re going all in!” Boston shouted as he and Jovian charged forward.

When two brave souls clash, one must rise to the top. In such battles, momentum is key. They pressed forward with relentless courage.

In a brief but intense sprint, they collided with their attackers. Boston was a powerhouse, his military knife cutting through the air with precision.

Jovian and Boston faced off against the assassins, who were fast and deadly. Jovian, skilled in hand-to-hand combat and grappling, used his agility to strike first and quickly gain the upper hand.

However, the assassins were not inexperienced; they were strong and skilled fighters. Despite their advantage in strength, Jovian and Boston’s teamwork and fighting spirit kept them in the battle, and they refused to back down.

After a short fight, both sides were injured. Boston had three deep slashes, blood pouring from his wounds, while Jovian suffered a serious cut across his chest and abdomen. But pain didn’t matter to them; the adrenaline fueled their determination with every hit.

The three assassins were taken by surprise. They hadn’t expected their opponents, whom they thought were weaker, to fight back so fiercely. This was nothing like the information they had received.

“Kill them! You bastards, I’m going to rip you apart!” Boston shouted, a savage grin on his face. He looked like a demon, striking fear into anyone who saw him.

Meanwhile, Jovian remained calm and focused as he and Boston exchanged powerful blows with their attackers. Realizing they were losing ground, the assassins dug deep and fought with all their strength. The battle escalated into a brutal struggle for survival.