Intertwined: Two fates | Book:-1 | Jikook | ✔

84 - Dare or Dread?

In response to his words, Jackson gritted his teeth and forced his numb arm to shove KJ away to no avail. "Let go.... fucker..." he choked out. His voice was not even louder than the crashing waves, yet upon hearing this, the smile on KJ's face faded away and his gaze turned extremely dark.

"Enough playing," he snarled.

Jungkook's body turned rigid as KJ put his fingers into his mouth and let out a long whistle.

In the next second, the container door behind KJ slammed open and a horde of men jumped out, their momentum was fierce and ferocious as they lunged straight toward Jungkook!

In their hands were weapons such as steel pipes and small daggers, not dangerous enough to take lives, but it would certainly make the other party suffer.

Jungkook belatedly realized that this must be the reason why Jackson told him to run. He must have known that KJ was planning to play dirty. Alas, everything was already too late.

Jungkook was not even given the chance to count how many men it was when they rushed forward and besieged him from all sides.

They were not as strong or agile as KJ, but their sheer number was overwhelming.

Jungkook blocked a steel pipe with his arm while kicking the other man on the stomach. Just then, he felt a strong wind coming toward him from behind. He did not even look back as he swung his elbow and jammed the other party on the throat, causing the dagger to fly out somewhere from the man's hands.

But at the same time, another man took the advantage to slam his steel pipe on Jungkook's waist, forcing a disgruntled groan from his lips. "Ugh.."

A few meters away, KJ threw his head back and laughed in full delight as he witnessed Jungkook struggling to defend against the relentless attacks. "See?!" He told Jackson. "He's gotten so weak that he can't even win against these lowly peasants!"

What followed thereafter was a blur. Blows after blows landed on Jungkook's body and the sharp tip of the daggers slashed into his skin, drawing blood. Even then, Jungkook resisted like an agitated beast, his eyes turning bloodshot at the ever growing scent of blood, and a muted growl rising from his throat as thick pheromones swirled around him.

As soon as Jungkook let his pheromones out, the movement of the men around him turned sluggish, their faces turning pale as they stared at him with horror.

Not giving them any chance to react, he snatched a steel pipe from someone's hand and began to attack his enemies with a ferocious momentum!

At that moment, any traces of the gentle and kind Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

Blood was splattered all over his body, his pupils were molten silvery, and his attacks became more and more savage with each passing second. Jungkook sensed it vividly as his body turned lighter, his clumsy movements turned smoother, and the entire world slowed down in front of him.

Too slow, he slammed his palm against the opponent's elbow and dislocated his arm with a resounding crack, before shoving him aside.

Too slow, he watched as a dagger slashed toward him from the side. Jungkook did not even need to think to know where it would land. He tilted his body to avoid the blow, raised the bloody steel pipe in his hand and swung it toward the side of the man's neck. As the terrifying crunch of his bones echoed out loud, the man's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slumped to the ground, his fate unknown.

Too slow, too slow, too slow. Everything had become too slow...

What was going on...? Jungkook had no idea that he was capable of this before. He felt like he was no longer in authority of his body, as if his soul had detached to float in midair to witness the battle from the sidelines. His head was numb and he was no longer able to think straight. He was entirely moving based on instinct.