Tyrone appeared unperturbed. Raising his glass, he proposed a toast to Chains and said, "I'm sorry for causing any trouble to you, Chains. I won't interfere in the affairs of the shooting anymore.”

"Not at all, It's my honor and pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Blakely," Chains said, raising his glass.

As the meal progressed, the weather took a turn for the worse with a heavy downpour.

After dinner, Chains and the project manager took their leave first.

Tyrone stayed for a chat with the restaurant owner and then braved the rain outside with an umbrella.

The alleyway, usually bustling with people, now lay deserted as the rain poured relentlessly. The only sound that permeated the air was the heavy drops hitting the ground.

Suddenly, echoes of boisterous chatter and Laughter filled the alleyway as a group of men emerged from the shadows.

Tyrone soon found himself confronted by six menacing figures, their faces concealed by the shadows cast from their umbrellas.

When Tyrone tried to pass, one of them Lunged at him with a flick knife. The attack caught Tyrone off guard and took him by surprise.

However, his well-honed instincts and years of combat training instantly kicked in, allowing him to react swiftly.

Tyrone deftly sidestepped the attacker. The sharp blade cut through the air where he had just been a moment before. Moving quickly, he delivered a precise strike to his opponent's wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon with a yelp of pain.

The remaining five assailants closed in, each with a knife in hand.

Their eyes burned with fury as they circled him.

Tyrone dodged another attack, kicking the knife out of one of the men's hands.

Unyielding, they relentlessly continued the assault. Their coordinated strikes left little room for Tyrone to escape unscathed.

Despite his best efforts, Tyrone couldn't escape unharmed. During the struggle, a blade grazed his arm, drawing a crimson line. Fuelled by adrenaline, he swiftly retaliated by flinging one of the men over his shoulder.

Tyrone stood in a vigilant stance against the wall. Rain cascaded down his face, making it difficult to recognize any of the men before him.

Nevertheless, his unwavering gaze remained fixed on them. “Who are you?" he demanded, undeterred by the danger he faced.

"Give our money back!" roared the tall man, his eyes ablaze with fury.

With unbridled rage, he lunged at Tyrone.