3rd POV
A silent night in a secret dimension.
In an oriental-style house, a few individuals moved through the darkness, walking silently. They did not seem to belong to the same faction but rather to three different ones.
In total, there were six men. Each of them used distinct martial arts styles—two moved with elegance and lightning-fast speed, another two were discreet, almost intangible, and the last pair, a man and a woman, exuded charm, seduction, and allure in every part of their bodies, making them appear both dangerous and manipulative.
This group entered the room where the Iron Fist was located.
They positioned themselves in the center of the room, exchanging glances. There were two beds—one where their primary target, the Iron Fist, was resting, and the other, presumably, occupied by his guest.
In silence yet with impressive speed, they split up—four heading toward the Iron Fist and the other two moving toward the last enemy.
