Chapter 325

Julian made the first move. He yanked one guy over and locked his arms around the man's neck with brutal force. A sharp twist—and the guy dropped, neck snapped. Oliver tripped another one fast, forcing him to the ground, then slammed his knee onto the guy's neck. One fierce jab, and it was over. Vincent wasn't far behind either—downing the guide with swift, clean moves. The three quickly dragged the bodies into the cockpit. Oliver glanced at the other two. "There are two guards on deck, two at the end of the hallway." "Back of the ship's got another two. Less than three meters away, there's one more," he added. Vincent chimed in, his tone grim. "The biggest problem? Damien. He's got five guys stationed around him." "All of them are armed. I sneaked a peek—those guys aren't regular muscle. They're mercenaries." His face hardened. "I know the group he's hired. They're all hardcore. The type that signs off on life-or-death contracts." "The one closest to Damien? Goes by Leopard. Fast, vic