John's Bugatti skidded on the road as he spun the wheel, bringing the car to a jarring halt next to the mangled car Ara was in. Anxiety surged within him as he bolted from the vehicle, noting two SUVs arriving, carrying his men. Among them, a syndicate-employed surgeon and an ex-military medic, now loyal to his organization. John had a rule of always having medical personnel on hand when heading into uncertain territories to meet potential foes. Today, he was thankful for this precaution, as he navigated through the blood-soaked ground surrounding the wreckage.
Floyd, another member of John's team, exited the Bugatti just as quickly, nearly outpacing John to the overturned car. Josh, Ara's bodyguard, lay lifeless on the roadside, his blood pooling amidst the strewn glass fragments, a bull
