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29: Leaving

Gulf rode on his motorbike, the rain hitting the screen of his helmet.

Please let me be there in time...

Reaching the warehouse, he came to a halt, the tires sliding against the mud.

He could already hear the gunshots coming from inside the warehouse.

Getting his gun ready, Gulf entered the warehouse, spotting a person delivering a series of punches to another.

The receiver of the punches is one of Mew's men, unconscious.

Gulf shot the attacker from behind, one shot one kill. The attacker fell to the ground, a pool of blood slowly forming.

Shouldn't waste my bullets.

Two men approached Gulf, snarling menacingly. One of them sidestepped and attempted to attack Gulf from behind.

Punching the person who tried to come behind him, Gulf hurled him over his head.

The body slumped to the ground, knocked out cold.

Gulf turned around to focus on the other attacker, exchanging a series of kicks and punches.

Both of them were equally skilled, deflecting each other's moves before attacking and vice versa.

Gulf is lean, making him nimble. He didn't have to use too much effort to dodge the incoming punches.

On the other hand, after a few minutes, his bulky opponent's movements slowed down. His energy was draining.

Noticing him falter, Gulf decided to waste no time and landed a swift kick to his chest. His opponent crashed into the old machinery, sliding to the floor.

Hearing the crash, Mew turned around after settling one of Diablo's men.

Amidst the chaos, Mew spotted a familiar mop of dark brown hair.

"Gulf?! What are you doing here?!" Mew shouted, his eyes rounded in fear.

"Seo Joon sent me a message. He said that you were in danger!" Gulf growled, choking another in an armlock.

"Get out of here!" Mew yelled.

Taking the pair of knives strapped to his ankles, Mew sliced his opponent's throat.

Blood gushed out as his opponent stared at him, horrified, clutching his neck tightly before falling to the ground.

Mew rushed to Gulf, wiping the blood that splattered onto his cheek.

"No! I am not leaving you here alone!" Gulf shouted.

Dodging a punch, Gulf countered and kneed his opponent, his opponent falling to the ground. Gulf shot him whilst he was still lying on the floor in pain.

"Fuck you Gulf! This is not the time to be stubborn!"

Mew groaned.

Should have known Gulf wouldn't leave.

Better wrap this up before Gulf gets hurt.

Mew spoke into his wireless earpiece. "Max, call in the Wolves."

"Yes boss."

Less than a minute later, hundreds of motorbikes rode into the warehouse.

Mew smirked. Tae and his boys are here. They are good enough to handle it. This would be good practice for them.

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The fight soon ended, Diablo's men either rounded up or killed during the crossfire.

Gulf was still fighting the last of Diablo's men but he can handle it.

Approaching closer to Gulf, Mew spotted an almost invisible dot on Gulf's left chest. The dot stayed in that same spot despite Gulf moving around.

Mew turned around and spotted Diablo at the corner of the warehouse, hiding behind one of the old machines.

That bastard is still alive?!

His eyes widened upon seeing Diablo's trigger finger squeeze.

A single shot was fired.

It was no use to ask Gulf to duck and take cover. The technology of the gun would track Gulf and Gulf would still be shot.

There is only one thing to do.

Right when the bullet is about to hit Gulf, he would be the one to take the hit.

Mew slid himself between Gulf and his opponent.

Gulf was startled, his eyes widening when Mew engulfed him in a hug tightly, whispering.

"I love you Gulf. No matter what happens, I will never leave you. Trust me."

Mew smiled tenderly, his head resting in the crook of Gulf's neck.

The hand that was caressing Gulf's back stopped when Mew felt a sharp pain at his right chest.

The sound was swallowed by Mew, Mew slumping onto the cement floor with a deadened thump.