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    Chapter 2438


    [Ian: Rachel, I love you!]


    [Rachel: Ian, you''re usually not this sappy. What''s gotten into you?]


    Ian dared not tell her about his current predicament.


    He thought, ''If anything happens, let this be my final words.''


    His phone vibrated. Rachel''s reply soon followed. [Ian, I love you too.]


    Tears brimmed in Ian''s eyes. His lips trembled, and his heart raced wildly. ''Screw it. If I die, I die.''


    He reached for the machete, opened the car door, and charged forward to help Justin. He managed to injure two men in one go.


    But he had no realbat skills. He was aplete amateur. Within a few exchanges, his arm was shed, the wound so deep that the bone was almost visible.


    "Ian! Get back in the car!" Justin roared, ring at him.


    In that moment of distraction, a machete shed straight toward Justin''s face.


    "Mr. Salvador!" Ian gasped, cold sweat soaked his back.


    Fortunately, Justin reacted quickly. He dodged just in time and grabbed the arm blocking him, snapping it with brute force.


    Ian reeled back into the car, pale with pain. Only then did he understand why Justin had told him to stay out of it.


    He was only causing trouble.


    A dozen trained men surrounded Justin, attacking him alone. But in just over ten minutes, they fell one after another, blood pooling on the ground.


    Justin''s suit was in shreds, shed to pieces. His chiseled, handsome face was streaked with blood.


    He stood tall like an undefeated war god, a dragon among men.


    But enemy reinforcements arrived. They were quickly closing in.


    Justin''s eyes glowed crimson, as if filled with blood. Gripping a de wrestled from an enemy, he tilted his head. The sound of cracking joints echoed sharply.


    There was no end to the killing.


    Surely, this was Grant''s sinister, calcted scheme. Even if Justin fought his way out of the siege, the press conference would already be over.


    At that moment, the roar of a sports car engine came from behind.


    "Justin! We''re here!"


    Justin whipped his head around. From a blue Ferrari, Asher and Drew stepped down withposure.


    The frost in Justin''s gaze wavered slightly. A storm of emotions churned in his chest. His entire being was filled with indomitable strength once again.


    ''Ash! Drew!'' His bloodied lips only parted slightly. No sound escaped his lips, but inwardly, he shouted their names.


    Ever since dering war on Grant, Justin had resolved to walk this treacherous, sinister, unpredictable path alone.


    He was ready to proceed in solitude.


    But fate showed him mercy, refusing to let him fight alone. It brought him Asher, a brother who shared life and death with him, and Drew, with whom he had rekindled their school- day camaraderie.


    All of it was thanks to Be.


    "Ash, you and Justin take the others and leave. I''ll handle this alone," Drew said. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his ck trench coat, his clothes pping in the wind.


    Asher flexed his fingers. His eyes gleamed red. The Matrix within him stirred. "No. We go together."


    "Ash, have you forgotten what I do for a living?"


    Drew winked and drew a tranquilizer gun from behind his waist. "What era do we live in? Brawling in the streets? How outdated."


    Asher frowned but chuckled, feeling slightly relieved. "Be careful then."


    Drew shot forward like a bolt of lightning, dashing toward Justin.


    Their eyes met briefly. Without hesitation, Drew pressed his palm against Justin''s back and forcefully shoved him in the opposite direction.


    Justin''s pupils contracted as he stared at Drew''s resolute figure.


    Drew was like a beam of light piercing through the gloom, illuminating Justin''s path forward. "Go. Leave this to me."