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    Katelyn’s pupils narrowed. Without hesitation, she kicked therge rat away. It smashed against the wall and writhed briefly before dying.


    The death of one of their own didn’t deter the other rats; instead, it seemed to enrage them.


    Katelyn’s hands clenched into fists as a daring, almost inconceivable thought crossed her mind. This area was known as Yata’s most notorious slum, a ce so dangerous that even the homeless avoided it. She wondered if the desperate conditions here had led someone to use the rats in a biological experiment.


    In other words, these rats were the subjects of experimentation.


    After all, how could normal rats grow sorge and even show aggression towards humans?


    Vincent acted quickly, joining Katelyn in kicking at the rats. Together, they reduced the horde from hundreds to just a handful. Eventually, the remaining rats, overwhelmed by fear, turned and scurried towards the nearest sewer.<fnd05b> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fnd05b>


    The air around Katelyn and Vincent filled with the foul stench of decaying rodents, overpowering even the alley’s usual odor.


    Suppressing her disgust, Katelyn crouched down to inspect the rats’ blood. It wasn’t the usual bright red, but a much darker shade, further confirming her suspicions.


    “Someone’s definitely been experimenting on these rats,” she said.


    Vincent joined her, crouching beside her to examine the creatures.


    “There are many species of rats, but none like this,” he remarked.


    Katelyn nodded in agreement.


    Although feeling repulsed, Katelyn suggested, “We should take one back to analyze its blood. It could reveal some important secrets.”


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    Bizarre medical anomalies had be moremon in recent years. Some individuals, despite their achievements in medicine, had begun misusing their talents.


    Vincent agreed with a casual nod. “Alright.”


    The responsibility of collecting the dead rats was delegated to Samuel.


    Wearing tripleyered protective gloves, Samuel grimaced and gagged as he ced a dead rat into a stic bag. In all his years, he had never seen such grotesque and repulsive creatures.


    Once the task waspleted, Katelyn shifted her gaze back to the eerie alley. The entrance loomed like a predator, waiting to strike, as if it sought to swallow them all.


    “Should we continue looking for Dale? Could these rats be his way of dealing with debt collectors?” Katelyn spected boldly.


    Vincent replied sternly, “We need to find him to confirm these questions.”


    As they prepared to enter the alley again, a furtive figure suddenly appeared, trying to scale the wall and flee. The person carried a duffel bag on his back, moving stealthily like a thief.


    After exchanging a nce, Katelyn and Vincent immediately rushed forward and captured the man.


    Dale thought he had escaped, but before he could feel any sense of relief, he was yanked off the wall and mmed to the ground, wincing in pain.


    “Who is it? How dare you touch me! Don’t you know who my uncle is?” Dale shouted.


    Katelyn recognized his face and nodded to Vincent. “It’s him.”


    Vincent, who had already seen Dale’s photo, released him and stepped back, watching as Dale mbered to his feet, grumbling.


    “Haven’t I told you already? I’ll find a way to repay the money in a few days. No matter how much you urge me, what can you do when I have no money right now? Take my life if you dare!”


    Dale assumed they were also debt collectors.


    Katelyn and Vincent exchanged a knowing look.


    “Mr. Dale Poulos, you’ve misunderstood. We’re not here to collect debts. We want to discuss a very lucrative business opportunity with you, one I believe you won’t refuse.”


    Dale looked puzzled. “A business opportunity?”


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