The black van swerved in from the crossroad, cutting them off. At the same moment, the two cars slammed in from behind, boxing them in.
"What the hell…?" Ana said.
"Stay in the car."
Are you being serious right now?! There must be a lot of them. Don't go outside alone. They must be after me.
The doors of all three vehicles flung open. Men in dark tactical gear stepped out—armed, confident, and grinning like they already won.
Ten of them. At least.
One stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "You're a hard woman to touch miss Morrison. But today we finally got the chance.
How dare you. My father won't let you off the hook if you dare touch me.
The thug leader:"Tough talk for someone cornered."
Kael said stepping out of the car, whoever you are if you don't wanna turn into cripple then you better leave immediately.
Ana was shocked. Has he gone mad? Who does he think he is.
The leader of the thugs sneered. Yea i am so afraid. He mocked. If you don't wanna die then just scram. You have no business here. Unless you are tired of living.
Ana was so worried. She didn't know what to do. Her bodyguard was not with her. And even if che called for help, it would be too late till the help arrived.
While she was still engrossed in her thoughts two of the thugs sprinted toward them. It was broad daylight. And the leader didn't wanna attract too much attention. He wanted to wrap things up as quickly as possible.
Without warning—bam...bam...
The two person who came running flew back even faster. They hit the ground and blood gushed out from both of their mouths. Atleast 4 or 5 ribs were broken. Then clutched their chest and stared in disbelief towards Kael.
There was a pin drop silence.
Ana's moth was a agape.
She was totally stunned.
Not only her. All the remaining thugs were standing in disbelief as well.
Before they could come back to their senses kael vanished from their sight. A blink later, he appeared mid-air, slamming his knee into the leader's face. Atleast 4 of his teeth flew out.
The man crumpled before his gun could even rise.
Gunfire erupted—but it was too late.
Kael twisted mid-air, landed behind two others, and snapped both their necks with clean, effortless strikes. Bodies fell like dominoes.
One attacker lunged with a knife—Kael caught his wrist, twisted, and drove the blade into the man's own gut.
Attacker (gasping): "Wh…what are you…?"
Kael (low growl): "The end of your story."
He grabbed a fallen pistol, hurled it like a dart, and nailed another man square in the face. The sheer force shattered his nose and knocked him out cold.
By now, panic had replaced confidence.
Three remaining men tried to retreat to the van.
Too late.
Kael launched forward, moving like a blur—every step a thunderclap, every punch a shockwave.
• He ducked under a swing, elbowed one in the ribs (crack), then brought his heel down on the man's head.
• Another tried to pull a gun—kael kicked the van door shut on his arm with enough force to shatter the bone, then slammed his head into the window until he stopped moving.
Only one was left now—he turned, running.
Kael didn't chase.
He picked up one of the fallen guns, aimed—two quick shots.
Bang. Bang.
He went down. One clean through the thigh. The other caught in the shoulder.
Kael walked up slowly, reloading.
The leader (trembling): "Y-you're not human…"
Kael (coldly): "I'm worse for people like you."
He raised the gun.
Ana (calling from the car): "Stop!