Part-153

  As Sourov prepared to charge at Arad, James intervened. "Wait," he said, his voice filled with urgency. "We o talk."

  Arad raised an eyebrow, his expression amused. "Talk?" he scoffed. "We're doalking."

  Before James could respond, a group of men appeared from behind them, their faces masked. It was clear that they were Arad's aplices.

  "You're surrounded," Arad said, his voice dripping with menace. "Let's see how tough you are now."

  Suddenly, the trio found themselves trapped, surrounded by a group of hostile individuals. They khey were outmatched, but they refused to give up. They fought back with everything they had, but it eless struggle. Because there was at least 30 goons here.

  One by ohey were taken down, their bodies ag from the blows. James, the st oanding, fought with a desperate ferocity. He khat if he went down, his friends would be at their mercy.

  But even with all his strength aermination, he was no match for the sheer number of attackers. He was eventually overpowered and thrown to the ground.

  As the trio y on the ground, beaten and bruised, they looked up at Arad with defian their eyes. They had failed, but they refused to give up. They would find a way t these scammers to justio matter what it took.

  Arad watched them for a moment, a flicker of respe his eyes. "You're a tough bunch," he admitted. "But you're out of your league."

  Oher hand, James chose not to activate Crisis Mode. With so many enemies surrounding them, he khat if Crisis Mode’s limitations ended abruptly, he would be overwhelmed a vulnerable.

  Instead, he focused on minimizing risk and avoiding harm as much as possible. Handling the situation carelessly could cost them their lives, so caution was essential.

  James pondered for a moment and then a smile spread across his face.

  Arad noticed the grin and asked, "Why are you smiling like that?"

  James replied, "It’s because we’re about to win. My father is a poli, and I’ve tacted him. He’s sending the Rapid A Battalion here. I made sure they track my location through GPS."

  Arad looked at him with suspi. Iy, James had not tacted his father at all. He wao keep his iigation (ing to slum) a secret from his family, especially from his father.

  Arad smirked, "Oh really? Do you expect us to believe that? It sounds like you're just making things up."

  James’s smile widened. "Why not test it and see for yourself?"

  Arad stood over them, his face a mask of pt. "You thought you were so clever," he taunted. "You thought you could outsmart me."

  Sourov, his anger momentarily overshadowed by fear, mao speak. "You're a lowlife," he spat, his voice filled with disgust.

  Arad ughed, a cold, calg sound. "Maybe," he admitted. "But I'm a successful one. I've made a lot of money from this little scam."