An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2464

The sounds of battle filled the night, echoing under the streetlights. Shouts of pain mixed with the clashing of weapons as five figures fought fiercely. Blood covered the ground.

The fight lasted nearly half an hour before it finally quieted down. The five figures lay still, surrounded by pools of blood.

In the dim light, it was clear that three of the black-clad assassins were dead. One had a broken neck, another had a chest wound, and the last one had bled out from a serious injury.

Jovian and Boston were in terrible shape too.

Boston was covered in blood, with deep cuts all over his body. Some cuts were so deep that they showed bone.

Jovian was not much better. He had slashes on his abdomen and shoulder, and his right arm was severed, leaving him in a pitiful state.

Boston coughed. After defeating the last assassin, he collapsed, gasping for air as blood flowed from his mouth.

His chest and abdomen were torn open, and his organs were spilling out. He looked pale, and his breathing was shallow and uneven. His life was slipping away.

“Boston… Boston!” Jovian shouted, struggling to reach his fallen friend while holding his own wounds.

He quickly pulled out a tablet and tried to give it to Boston. Then, he ripped strips from his shirt to use as makeshift bandages, hoping to stop the bleeding. But Boston’s injuries were too serious. The tablet didn’t work, and the bandages couldn’t stem the blood flow.

“Boston, hang in there! I’ll get you to the hospital,” Jovian said desperately, trying to lift Boston. But with only one arm, he found it hard to keep his balance and kept falling.

“Jovian… listen to me…” Boston’s bloody hand gripped Jovian’s arm weakly. “I’m done for… You need to go while you can. Take care of my wife and kids… for me…”

“No! You’re going to make it!” Jovian insisted, his heart racing as he fought to save his friend.

they were fighting for their lives.

“We’ve been through so much together, Red Tombsea, remember? You’re not dying here! I’ll get you out!” Jovian shouted, pushing himself to lift Boston onto his back. Blood soaked the ground as he limped toward the truck.

But no matter how hard he tried, Boston’s head hung limply to the side. His body was still, and Jovian realized that he was gone.

“Boston! Wake up!” Jovian cried out, but there was no answer. Boston lay there, as if he had simply fallen asleep, and Jovian’s heart ached with sorrow.

Boston deserved a peaceful life, but because he had helped Jovian, he was caught in this nightmare and had paid the ultimate price.

Guilt washed over Jovian. He regretted asking Boston for help. If only he hadn’t encountered those wolves in human clothing. Maybe this tragedy could have been avoided.

Just then, the sound of engines broke through the night. Several black SUVs screeched to a halt, blocking the road.

Doors flew open, and a dozen masked assassins in black surrounded Jovian.

The leader, Ronan Barley, took a quick look at the bodies of his fallen men and frowned. “You took out three of my guys. Impressive. But it won’t save you.”

“Did Sir Prescott send you?” Jovian asked, his teeth clenched in anger.

“A dead man doesn’t need answers,” Ronan said coldly, signaling to his men. “Take him down.”

At his command, the assassins lunged toward Jovian.

“I’ll take you all down with me!” Jovian roared, charging at them with every ounce of strength he had left. His remaining arm swung wildly as he dove into the chaos.

Even with his injuries, his fighting spirit burned brighter than ever. Fueled by rage and desperation, he fought like a warrior.

Jovian fought like a wild beast, using every part of his body as a weapon. He bit, headbutted, and struck with all his strength.

“Capture him alive!” Ronan shouted.

The assassins hesitated, wary of getting too close. Instead, they circled Jovian, trying to wear him down with quick attacks and then retreating.

It didn’t take long for Jovian to tire. He gasped for breath, soaked in sweat, and his wounds became worse with every movement. If this continued, he would collapse from exhaustion before they could finish him off.

Feeling trapped, Jovian’s eyes filled with determination.

“Think you’ll catch me alive? Dream on! I’d rather die than let you win!”

With a fierce roar, Jovian raised his remaining arm and struck his own head. He chose to end his life rather than fall into their hands.