Dylan wasn’t one to act on emotion. Logic had always been his compass. It was a principle he had learned from the Tripods over the years, and it had saved him more times than he could count.But tonight, logic was out the window.Someone had dared to lay hands on his friend… and that was a line Dylan couldn’t allow anyone to cross.He could already tell the men standing before him were nothing more than local muscle. They were clearly paid thugs sent by someone hiding behind power. Probably someone who thought they were untouchable.That alone made Dylan's blood boil.He despised people like that. Cowards who sat behind desk or security walls, pulling strings and sending others to do their dirty work. To Dylan, they were the worst kind of threat. Ones who hid behind power instead of owning it.Dylan’s jaw tightened as he took another step forward, his presence alone was making the night heavy.“Who sent you? I won't ask again…”At this moment, Dylan's voice has lost all calmness. It w

The half-smashed thug, who appeared to be the leader, regained a false sense of confidence as he noticed the others rallying behind him. With renewed arrogance hovering over him, he wiped the blood dripping from his mouth and stepped closer to Dylan again. But this time, he wasn't alone, the other thugs had taken their stance around Dylan.Some of the thugs came from the side with jagged pipes. The remaining goons with their chain-wrapped fist and dangerous weapons gleaming under the headlights, roared as they rushed forward.Austin's heart was pounding right in his mouth. It looks like it was about to break out of his chest at the very moment. "Dylan... Get in!!" Austin instantly got into the Lamborghini and yelled at Dylan. But the latter didn't move an inch. He just stood there not flinching as he watched the goons yelling towards him.His eyes locked onto the incoming attackers with a deadly calmness, as though he had already calculated every move they were about to make.Austi