Before Richard and his men could comprehend what was happening, blows from nowhere in particular started landing on them like missiles of war. Alarmed at the sudden attack, they tried to fight back, but puffs of smoke blocked their vision, temporarily blinding them.
In a matter of minutes, they were all outnumbered and brought to their knees.
“Who the hell are you?!” Richard shouted, struggling against the hand that held him down. He was fuming, desperate to know who had tracked them down to their secret location.
Soon, the thick smoke died down and Enzo and his men came into view. One of them rushed over to Lucian and quickly untied him, accessing his body for damages. “Are you okay, young Master?”
Lucian groaned. “Yeah, apart from a few bruises, I'm fine,”
“Who dared to touch the yo
