?Chapter 287:<fnbf5b> Newest update provided by find?novel</fnbf5b>


    Katelyn hurried to the scene.


    The mercenary Samuel had tracked down appeared to be wounded in the abdomen. Hey on the ground, struggling to breathe, each inhaleing in ragged gasps. A dark pool of blood had already spread beneath him.


    He was in a dangerously critical state. Without immediate help, he could slip away at any moment.


    “Who sent you here?” Katelyn asked through gritted teeth, gripping his cor tightly.


    The only ones she had crossed recently were the Bailey family and Lise, but neither seemed capable of hiring mercenaries like this.


    The mercenary’s face was ghostly white, drained from the rapid loss of blood. He gasped for air, each breath sounding like a fish flopping on drynd. “I… I…” He could barely string a sentence together.


    Katelyn bit her lip, feeling the urgency of the situation. She pulled a small white pill from her pocket and pressed it against his lips.


    “Hold this in your mouth. Don’t swallow it. It should keep you alive,” she instructed.


    The mercenary gave a weak nod, following her orders.


    As the drug began to take effect, his condition visibly improved. His breathing steadied, and he seemed much better than before.


    Katelyn’s expression remained serious. She was determined to find out who was behind this attack.


    Vincent had been watching her closely, observing every move she made. He noticed the pill she gave the man looked like a standard white tablet—something as ordinary as cold medicine. However, it was potent enough to keep him alive. Soon, the ambnce and police arrived, clearing the scene and removing the bodies.


    The surviving mercenary was rushed to the hospital without dy.


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    Thankfully, the pill had kept his heart going. Without it, he might not have survived the gunshot wound for so long.


    As they waited in the hospital corridor for the oue of the surgery, Vincent kept his eyes fixed on Katelyn, observing her expressions and reactions with curiosity. “What kind of medicine did you give him?” he finally asked.


    Trying to keep her impatience in check, Katelyn replied in a calm tone, “It’s just a simple pill to staunch the bleeding. Given his condition, if we hadn’t managed to stop the bleeding in time, he would’ve died—even if no major organs were hit.”


    Puzzled, Vincent asked, “Why do you carry something like that with you?”


    “I developed this habit after thest time I was ambushed. These pills can save someone’s life if they’re badly injured or in a critical situation,” Katelyn exined with a straight face. “Mr. Adams, you might want to carry a few yourself. They can be incredibly useful.”


    Vincent nodded, deciding not to press her further. Katelyn’s exnation seemed reasonable, though he found it a bit unusual. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but there was something about it that didn’t sit entirely right with him. Still, there was no direct connection between Katelyn and the mercenaries who had carried out the attack.


    Samuel came running down the corridor, urgency in his steps.


    While panting, he managed to report, “Mr. Adams, we’ve noticed distinctive tattoos on their arms. We’re working to identify which organization they belong to.” In the underworld, every group or organization had its own symbols and beliefs, often visible in their tattoos.


    For example, the men in ck who hadunched the surprise attack all had the same unusual tattoo on their arms—two intertwined fish. The two fish formed a circle, each biting the tail of the other. One was ck, the other red.


    The design and colors were unsettling.


    The criminal underworld operated by its own strict set of rules, and those who broke them faced severe consequences. Vincent held powerful positions in both the business world and the underworld, and almost everyone knew of his connection to Katelyn.


    Even though it was just a rumor, anyone considering harming her would usually think twice if they knew he was involved. Still, the attacker had gone through with it, indicating that someone clearly wanted Katelyn dead.


    Vincent’s voice turned ice-cold as hemanded, “Find out who they are, and eliminate everyst one of them.”


    In his mind, the attack on Katelyn was a direct challenge to him. Frustrated, Katelyn ran a hand through her hair and suddenly looked up.


    “It’s possible they’re from the T Organization,” she suggested.


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