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    Vincent’s eyes were icy and unyielding, glinting with a sharp, frosty edge.


    He locked his gaze on Breck, who was boiling over with both anger and shame. Vincent’s face, however, remained a picture of scorn.


    With a haughty tilt of his chin, Vincent leaned forward and pressed the barrel of Breck’s gun against his own forehead.


    The safety of the pistol was off. If the gun went off or if Breck pulled the trigger, Vincent would be left with a bullet in his head.


    At that moment, Vincent stared straight into the face of death.


    Breck was taken aback, realizing that Vincent’s madness went beyond even his own.


    Years of manipting others hadn’t prepared Breck for someone as dangerously unhinged as Vincent. Their eyes locked in a tense, icy stare, and the world seemed to go quiet. Even the softest breaths from the bodyguards around them felt loud and oppressive.


    Breck’s henchmen all stood in stunned silence, their faces showing a mix of shock and confusion.


    Could Vincent really be daring enough to taunt Breck like this? Did he truly fear nothing? Panic shed in Breck’s eyes, while Vincent remained eerily calm, as if the gun against his forehead were just a trick of the light.


    Finally breaking the heavy silence, Breck’s voice was harsh and tight with anger. “Aren’t you afraid of death? Your life is on the edge.”


    Vincent’s eyes narrowed with contempt.


    He spoke with a cool, detached manner, as if discussing trivial matters like the weather.


    “You wouldn’t dare pull the trigger,” Vincent said with a cold smile. “Even here in Yata, in your territory, you don’t have the nerve to act recklessly. If anything happens to me, the Adams family will go after your whole n without mercy.”


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    The Williams family’s power had dwindled significantly over the past century. Otherwise, Breck wouldn’t have resorted to human trafficking for survival.


    His influence in Yata was all that remained of his family’s once-great legacy. In a direct sh, he knew they stood no real chance against the Adams family.


    Breck’s eyes burned with anger. It had been years since he felt so threatened.


    Despite his careful nning to trap Vincent, Breck found himself ensnared in a situation of his own making. The realization hit him hard, like a sudden, jarring shock.


    Breck’s voice cut through the tension. “Remember, Vincent, this is Yata, not Granville. The Adams family’s power doesn’t stretch this far.”


    Vincent, barely masking his contempt, replied with a smirk, “You’re wee to try.”


    “You!” Breck’s eyes burned with anger as he fought to steady his trembling hands. His desire to draw his weapon was at odds with the understanding that Vincent was serious.


    After a brief pause, Breck sneered. “Don’t get too confident. Katelyn is still under my control. With onemand, she could vanish from your life forever.”


    Vincent’s gaze grew icy, his eyes sharp with threat.


    “If you harm her,” Vincent said, his voice low and dangerous, “I will make sure every member of your family pays, including your daughter.”


    Breck’s face remained cold and resolute. “As long as I have Katelyn, I hold the upper hand. Why would I risk losing my most valuable card?”


    A chuckle slipped from Breck as he holstered his gun and settled back into the sofa, regaining his sense of control with a smirk.


    In his fury, he had momentarily forgotten his most important asset.


    Vincent’s demeanor only confirmed that he really cared about Katelyn and that Breck had handled the situation correctly.


    “Mr. Adams, let’s handle this rationally. Business people know the value of keeping good rtions. I have no intention of harming Miss Bailey.”


    Vincent’s lips were set in a tight line, his dark eyes unreadable. After a moment of silence, he chose to sit down on the sofa, hiding his emotions behind a mask of calm.


    “I want to see her,” he said firmly.


    Breck, his resolve softening, signaled to his men.


    The recent confrontation had likely shown Breck both Vincent’s strength and his own limitations.


    Katelyn was soon brought down from the second floor, her hands bound and nked by tworge guards.


    The sight of Vincent brought visible relief and worry to her face.


    “Mr. Adams, are you alright?” she asked, her voice trembling with concern.


    From her vantage point, she had only heard snippets of the argument and didn’t fully understand what had happened. They were in Breck’s domain, and Vincent was clearly at a disadvantage.


    Seeing Katelyn unharmed, Vincent felt a wave of relief. “I’m fine,” he assured her.


    Their concern for each other was clear in their silent exchange. Breck watched the unfolding drama with amusement and said with a smile, “You see, we can just sit down and negotiate peacefully. It’s a problem that can be easily resolved. Why escte it to armed conflict?”


    Vincent’s eyes were sharp as he fixed his gaze on Breck. “You can tell me what you want now.”


    Vincent’s main purpose for being there was to guarantee Katelyn’s safety. No matter what Breck had in mind, once Vincent rescued her, he’d ensure Breck’s ns were utterly destroyed.


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    The man left the room but came back momentster, carrying a cor-like device with a blinking red light. Then, in the blink of an eye, he made a move!


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