Unevitable | Ryeji |

Chapter 41: Behind the Veil of Lies

Ryujin's Pov:

The President's expression darkens, and he begins to move with a swift, controlled grace. "You're persistent, I'll give you that. But persistence won't save you from what's coming."

Before I can react, the room's lights flicker, and the President's bodyguards-hidden until now-begin to emerge from the shadows, surrounding me. This was all part of a larger trap, a final stage in their defense.

I reach for my weapons, ready to fight, but the President raises a hand. "Hold on. I'll handle this myself," he says, his tone commanding. The guards step back, their gazes fixed on the President as he approaches me with a calculated, cold demeanor.

"Let's see if you can handle me without your team," he says, a dangerous glint in his eye.

I take a deep breath, preparing for the fight of my life. This was far from over. The stakes have just been raised, and I need to be ready for whatever comes next.

The President's men rush toward me, their movements swift and deadly, but I'm faster. My body moves on instinct, honed by years of training, and I sidestep the first attacker with ease. He swings a knife at me, but I twist my body, letting the blade miss by mere inches. Grabbing his wrist, I use his momentum against him, twisting it sharply until I hear a sickening crack. He drops the knife, and with a swift knee to his gut, I send him sprawling to the floor.

Another one comes at me from the left, aiming for my ribs with a heavy baton. I duck under the swing and retaliate with a powerful roundhouse kick, catching him square in the jaw. He stumbles back, dazed, but I'm already moving, delivering a rapid punch to his chest, knocking the air out of him before sending him to the ground with a hard elbow to the back.

Two more guards come at me together, but I'm ready. One of them tries to tackle me, but I leap into the air, planting both feet on his chest and flipping over him in one smooth motion. As I land, I grab his arm and twist him around, using him as a shield against the second attacker's punch. The hit connects with the guard instead, and I shove him toward his comrade, sending them both crashing into a nearby table.

I barely have a moment to catch my breath when another man rushes at me from behind. I hear his footsteps, feel the shift in the air, and drop to the floor just as he swings a metal pipe at my head. The pipe whooshes past me, and before he can recover, I sweep his legs out from under him. He crashes to the ground, and I follow up with a vicious stomp to his chest, making sure he stays down.

The room is a blur of motion as I take on each opponent, my body moving with precision and deadly efficiency. I've trained for moments like this, and every strike, every move, is deliberate and controlled. These men may be well-trained, but they're no match for me.

Another guard lunges at me with a stun baton, but I catch his wrist, twisting it and forcing him to drop the weapon. In one fluid motion, I grab the baton and turn it against him, jabbing it into his side. The crackle of electricity fills the air as he convulses and drops to the floor, unconscious.

Breathing heavily, I stand amidst the fallen bodies of the President's guards, my muscles tense and my senses sharp. The room is silent now, save for the labored breathing of the few men still conscious, struggling to recover from the onslaught.

I wipe the sweat from my brow and turn to face the President, who remains seated, watching me with a mixture of amusement and cold calculation.

"Impressive," he says, his voice calm, though I can see the tension in his posture. He wasn't expecting me to take down his men so easily.

But this isn't over yet. I meet his gaze, my eyes burning with determination. "You're next."

The President smirks, pushing himself up from the chair with an unsettling confidence. Slowly, he walks over to the corner of the room, where a large cloth covers something on the wall. With a dramatic flourish, he yanks the cloth away, revealing a whiteboard.