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    The situation escted quickly, leaving the scarred man with little time for deliberation. Trusting Vincent became his only viable choice.


    He yanked Vincent to his feet, pressing the gun firmly to his head, and shouted towards Samuel and his team, “Stop now, or he dies!”


    Upon recognizing Vincent, Samuel immediately signaled for his forces to hold their fire and began to negotiate. “Release him to me, and you’re free to go,” he called out.


    Under the harsh beams of the armored vehicle’s lights, the scarred man shielded himself with Vincent, ensuring that any stray bullet would hit Vincent first. He hissed into Vincent’s ear, “You better not have lied to me. Order them to stand down, now!”


    Vincent remained calm, subtly tapping a signal on his pant leg with his right hand, mimicking Morse code.


    Samuel, who had worked with Vincent for years and was familiar with his tactics, quickly understood.


    He raised his hands to signal his men while discreetly gesturing for the sniper to prepare.


    Vincent’s fingers then began a silent countdown.


    Three.


    Two.


    One.


    On one, Vincent swiftly kicked a henchman in front of him and spun around to seize the gun. Caught off guard, the scarred man couldn’t react in time. As the henchman fell, Samuel took the shot, neutralizing the immediate threat.


    The conflict now narrowed to just Vincent and the scarred man.


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    In a decisive confrontation where each move could be fatal, the gun’s safety was disengaged, and during their struggle, shots sporadically fired into the air.


    The scarred man, surprised by Vincent’s adeptbat skills, cursed angrily.


    “I’ll rip you apart! You’re done for!”


    With a swift elbow, Vincent struck his face, countering, “Looks like you’re the one who’s done.”


    Their strength seemed evenly matched as they continued to fight.


    Vincent had consistently maintained his fitness andbat training over the years. However, the scarred man, seasoned in countless gunfights, matched his skill. Their intense struggle made it impossible for Samuel to take a clear shot and offer help.


    During the fray, Vincent managed tond another elbow strike, followed by a punch that sent the gun skittering away. His gaze was icy as he confronted the scarred man.


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    Just as Vincent was about to secure the gun and end the confrontation, the scarred man’s demeanor shifted dramatically. He swiftly withdrew a knife from his sleeve and lunged at Vincent, screaming, “Go to hell!”


    Despite his previous advantage, Vincent now found himself unarmed and forced to continuously dodge the knife attacks, at a significant disadvantage.


    Samuel watched anxiously and barked at the sniper, “What are you waiting for? Shoot!”


    The sniper, teeth clenched, responded, “I can’t shoot. They’re moving too quickly, and I can’t risk hitting Mr. Adams.” As Vincent visibly began to lose ground, the tension escted. Samuel, overwhelmed and unsure, almost decided to intervene directly with the sniper rifle.


    At that critical moment, Vincent found an opening and struck the scarred man’s face once again. But with the life-and-death stakes heightening, adrenaline dulled the scarred man’s sensitivity to pain. Vincent’s strike inadvertently left him open to a counterattack.


    Seizing the opportunity, the scarred man thrust the knife towards Vincent’s heart.


    With no time to react and nowhere to move, Vincent faced a potentially fatal blow.


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