Neither side was full of amateurs. These men had survived their fair share of brutal assignments, and their physical conditioning was far beyond that of any ordinary person.

Benjamin scoffed, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it into the dirt. "Bring it on."

The two groups collided. Tristan threw a ferocious, rage-fueled punch aimed straight at Benjamin's jaw. Benjamin ducked smoothly, evading the hit, and instantly retaliated with a heavy cross. Tristan barely blocked it, driving his knee viciously into Benjamin's gut.

Benjamin let out a choked grunt, his eyes turning even more murderous. Without missing a beat, he slammed his elbow brutally into Tristan's spine.

As the brawl exploded around them, the thug carrying Emily dumped her unceremoniously onto the ground. Benjamin and his three men threw themselves into the chaotic melee, leaving only one guard behind to keep an eye on her.

Her hands and feet were tightly bound, and she no longer had any shards of glass to cut herself free. She couldn't slip out of the thick ropes.

Given how much trouble she had caused earlier, the thug guarding her wasn't taking any chances. He watched her like a hawk.

No matter how terrified she was for Tristan, there was absolutely nothing she could do to help him. She was forced to sit there and watch as Tristan and Benjamin tore into each other.

The fight had broken down into brutal one-on-one street brawls. Neither side had a clear advantage, and neither was backing down.

Tristan and Benjamin fought like rabid animals. They had completely abandoned any semblance of defense, simply absorbing hits so they could land devastating blows of their own.

Both men hit hard and showed no mercy. Within seconds, they were both bruised, bleeding, and looking terrible.

Emily was paralyzed with panic but completely trapped. All she could do was scream at Tristan to watch his back as she watched him take several sickening blows from Benjamin.

What could she do?

How was she supposed to fix this?

Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but the sheer terror of the situation paralyzed her thoughts.

Suddenly, Benjamin roared over the chaos, "Forget me! Get Emily to the van now!"

Emily's heart dropped into her stomach. Her guard nodded immediately, scooped her over his shoulder once more, and sprinted away from the brawl.

No!

Emily thrashed wildly against the man's broad back, sinking her teeth viciously into his neck and shoulder until she tasted blood.

"Let me go! Get off me!"

The man didn't even flinch. His arms locked around her legs like iron bands, offering absolutely zero room to escape. All of her thrashing a was completely useless against his strength.

She screamed, "Let me go! Let me go!"

Tristan managed to break away from Benjamin for a split second. Seeing the man carrying Emily off into the darkness, his eyes widened in rage.

"Let her go!"

He threw a wild punch at Benjamin, trying to bypass him to give chase. Benjamin reacted instantly, grabbing his jacket and burying a fist into his jaw.

Tristan stumbled backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Ignoring the agonizing pain, he lunged forward again desperate to catch up to Emily, but Benjamin blocked his path, refusing to let him pass.

Consumed by blinding fury, Tristan unleashed every ounce of his rage onto Benjamin.