Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 459
However, his well-honed instincts and years of combat training instantly kicked in, allowing him to react swiftly.
Tyrone deftly sidestepped the attacker. The sharp blade cut through the air where he had just been a moment before. Moving
quickly, he delivered a precise strike to his opponent’s wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon with a yelp of pain.
The remaining five assailants closed in, each with a knife in hand.
Their eyes burned with fury as they circled him.
Tyrone dodged another attack, kicking the knife out of one of the men’s hands.
Unyielding, they relentlessly continued the assault. Their coordinated strikes left little room for Tyrone to escape unscathed.
Despite his best efforts, Tyrone couldn’t escape unharmed. During the struggle, a blade grazed his arm, drawing a crimson line.
Fuelled by adrenaline, he swiftly retaliated by flinging one of the men over his shoulder.
Tyrone stood in a vigilant stance against the wall. Rain cascaded down his face, making it difficult to recognize any of the men
before him.
Nevertheless, his unwavering gaze remained fixed on them. “Who are you?” he demanded, undeterred by the danger he faced.
“Give our money back!” roared the tall man, his eyes ablaze with fury.
With unbridled rage, he lunged at Tyrone.
Tyrone dodged sideways. Then, in one fluid motion, he clasped the assailant’s wrist with a vice grip, gaining control over the
situation.
Using his strength, he elbowed the man’s chest, forcing him backward with a sharp gasp of pain.
The other five men wasted no time launching a coordinated assault on Tyrone. His reflexes were fast, but the overwhelming
odds proved challenging. He couldn’t avoid every blade and soon got hurt.
A blade tore through the sleeve of his suit, penetrating his flesh, and crimson liquid spilled from the deep gash. The raindrops
pelted down, washing away the blood stains.

Filled with anger and adrenaline, Tyrone let out a fierce roar as he delivered a powerful kick to the assailant who had wounded
him. The force of the kick sent the man flying backward, clutching his stomach in agony. A guttural sound escaped the man’s lips
as he spat a mouthful of blood.
“That’s enough. Let’s go!” urged one of the assailants, his desire to retreat evident in his voice.
Their original plan was only to rough him up.
But the intensity of the confrontation seemed to have stirred something primal within the others. In the heat of the moment, they
seemed to have lost sight of their initial intent.
Tyrone fought hard to protect himself.
Amidst the chaos, an assailant attempted a surprise attack from behind, catching Tyrone off guard. But before the blade could be
thrust into his heart, a sharp warning echoed from behind.
“Tyrone! Watch out!”
Reacting to the urgency in the voice, Tyrone instinctively turned just in time to see a blurred figure leap into the spot where he
was standing.
“Ah!” A blood-curdling scream pierced the air.