His eyes scanned the men closing in on him. Calm. Cold. Like he had already calculated everything.
Without wasting a second, he lifted his wrist slightly and pressed a hidden button on his watch—a silent signal his men would never ignore.
Then—the first man rushed at him.
Ryan moved instantly. Even with the pain shooting through his knee, he grabbed the stick mid-air and twisted it out of the man's hand, striking him back with force.
Another came from the side—Ryan turned, his movements sharp, precise, landing a hit that sent the man stumbling back.
His injured leg slowed him, but beneath