BANG

"Didn't i told you it's useless. You can't defeat me" Zhao said in his arrogant voice

"That may be true but didn't i told you i am going to kill you not defeat you"

In the dimly lit storeroom of the city museum, the air was thick with tension. Dust particles floated lazily in the faint light that seeped through the cracks in the wooden crates and ancient artifacts piled up haphazardly. Among the forgotten relics, two figures moved with deadly intent.

The man who called himself Ron just a minute ago was engaged in a furies fight against Zhao Wu who was once his leader. Ron was running around Zhao Wu with a gun one hand and a knife in the other, standing tall and composed, faced Zhao Wu, who resembled a raging bull in the heat of battle. The fight unfolded like a dance, an intricate display of strength and agility, with Zhao Wu charging forward relentlessly, akin to a bull charging its opponent. On the other hand, Ron moved with the finesse of an eagle, dodging, and weaving effortlessly, his movements fluid and unpredictable.

The clash between the bull and the eagle was intense, each move calculated and deliberate. Zhao Wu, fueled by raw power, unleashed a barrage of attacks, while Ron, the eagle, soared above, striking with precision and grace. Despite the agile maneuverers of the eagle, the sheer brute force of the bull seemed to dominate the battle.

Ron's eyes glinted with a malevolent gleam as he swiftly moved around Zhao Wu, his gun and knife a deadly combination in his hands. Zhao Wu stood tall, unmoving like a boulder, his arrogant demeanor unshaken by Ron's relentless attacks. Small, precise movements were all he needed to strike back; he had a power that made his skin impervious to harm, a defense that even bullets couldn't breach.

"Is this the best you've got?" Zhao Wu taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. He reveled in the challenge, playing with his opponent like a cat toying with its prey.

Nevertheless, Ron remained unwavering in his focus. He carefully scrutinized every move made by Zhao Wu, keenly searching for any potential vulnerability. It didn't take him long to identify one – 'He almost dismisses all of my attacks, prioritizing the defense of the area around his chest. However, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that he is safeguarding a glowing spot on his chest, visible since the outset of our duel. Not just that he also protects his ....'

Ron finally identified a weakness in his opponent's defense. With the agility of a shadow, he lunged at Zhao Wu, swiftly pressing a knife into his mouth and wedging it between his jaws. The sudden attack left Zhao Wu momentarily stunned, his mouth forced open. Despite Zhao Wu's attempts to remove the knife, it was too late.

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"Say ahh"

Ron pulled out a grenade, revealing it after tossing his now-empty gun aside during the earlier chaos. With a swift motion, he inserted the explosive device into the exposed weakness i.e. his mouth.

"You're not so tough after all," Ron sneered, reveling in his discovery.

Zhao Wu's eyes widened as he realized the gravity of the situation. The arrogant smirk faded from his face, replaced by a sense of impending doom. Time seemed to slow as Ron retreated, making a run for the exit. He glanced back, a twisted grin on his face, before grabbing Anshul who lay unconscious amidst the chaos.

The moment Ron reached safety, the storeroom erupted into chaos. Zhao Wu's body expanded like a balloon, and the room shook with the force of the explosion.

BOOOOOM

The blast echoed through the museum, causing artifacts to tremble and dust to rain down from the ceiling. The entire building seemed to shudder under the weight of the explosive demise of Zhao Wu.

The storeroom reverberated with an explosive sound, not only shaking the storeroom itself but also resonating throughout the entire building. Previously, only a faint sound would escape from the storeroom, but now the echoes of the blast reverberated in every corner of the building, instilling fear in both museum few visitors and staffs.

"What is happening here?"

"Mommy help me!"

"Guards! Someone, call for help!"

"Everyone, stay calm and move towards the exit slowly!"

"Please, no pushing! Staff members, assist the visitors!"

The staff members quickly regain their composure after hearing their superiors and begin guiding others to exit the museum.

"Here, I will support you."

"Thank you, sir."

"Let's move quickly! The building has been shaken; we need to get out safely!"

Fortunately, all the civilians and staff safely exited the building. Outside, the night sky was painted with hues of orange and red from the distant flames. The emergency services were already on their way, sirens wailing in the background.

Ron emerged from the chaos, carrying Anshul over his shoulder. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of triumph and exhaustion. He managed to escape the storeroom just in time, avoiding the catastrophic blast that had consumed Zhao Wu.

As the emergency personnel rushed past him, Ron blended into the crowd, disappearing into the chaos he had unleashed. Anshul remained unconscious, a pawn in the twisted game that had unfolded in the museum's storeroom.

Ron moved through the night, shadows concealing his every step. He had abandon his original plan and now he have a new plan. Ron turn his head to take a look at the boy on his shoulder, he noticed that the Anshul wound's was slowly but visibly healing. A triumphant grin adorned Ron's face as he gently lowered Anshul to the ground and took out the vial of Vitalizer's blood from his pocket that he had picked up during the fight, poured its contents onto Anshul's wounds. The vibrant liquid worked its magic, accelerating the healing process.

As the Vitalizer's blood worked its miraculous wonders, Ron keenly observed Anshul's gradual recovery. The wounds closed, and a healthy color returned to Anshul's face, yet there was no indication of him awakening. Ron studied the boy for a while before gently lifting Anshul onto his shoulder.

"Let's bet on you, boy" Ron mused, his tone confident yet enigmatic. He seemed to have a plan, a hidden agenda that went beyond the immediate events. The dim light cast shadows on the scene as Ron, ventured into the unknown, leaving behind the remnants of the fierce battle that had just unfolded.