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    Danger often came without warning.


    Katelyn reacted instinctively, moving just in time to narrowly evade the knife.


    Her expression hardened. This was the second attempt on her life in this hotel.


    Bartley had failed to capture the culprit after the first attempt, and yet here she was, facing another attack.


    When the knife missed its mark, a cold, unsettling voice came from the man hidden behind the mask. “This time, you won’t be lucky enough to escape.” The familiar voice,bined with those unusual green eyes, made it clear to Katelyn that this was the same assassin from before.


    “That’s my line. Let’s see how you manage to escape this time,” she shot back, immediately drawing a gun from her pocket.


    To her surprise, instead of trying to dodge, the man rushed toward her with a strange, snake-like agility. His movements were disturbingly smooth, like a serpent advancing on its prey.


    “Bang! Bang!”


    Both of Katelyn’s shots missed, and the assassin’s de came dangerously close to her throat once again.


    Clenching her teeth, she twisted her body, narrowly avoiding the de.


    “What technique is that?” she wondered. “Is he faster than my bullets?”


    The sounds of the gunshots in the hallway drew Vincent’s attention.


    He rushed out of his room without hesitation and found Katelyn in danger once more.<fnf4bf> ?????? ???? fι?dnοvel</fnf4bf>


    She ducked just in time to avoid a knife aimed at her, but the assassin’s wrist twisted sharply in midair, redirecting the de toward her chest. The speed and proximity left her no chance to dodge. The knife caught the dim light of the corridor, gleaming with a cold menace.


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    Her pupils contracted in fear when she realized there was no way to escape in time.


    As the de closed in, Vincent’s powerful kick connected directly with the assassin’s wrist. The impact was brutal, sending the attacker crashing into the wall. Without wasting a second, Vincent punched the man. However, the assassin moved swiftly, twisting his body and ducking to the side, barely escaping Vincent’s punch, which instead smashed into the wall, leaving a visible dent in the ster.


    Jaxen rushed out momentster, instantly leaping into the fight as he saw the confrontation unfold.


    Years of friendship with Vincent had perfected their coordination, leaving the assassin no chance to counterattack.


    Vincent delivered a solid punch to the man’s chest, and Jaxen immediately followed up with a swift, forceful kick. Struggling to stay on his feet, the assassin staggered back, gritting his teeth against the pain.


    “Two against one? You think that’s fair?” he growled bitterly.


    Still catching her breath, Katelyn spoke with cold determination. “Don’t let him escape. He’s the same assassin from before.”


    Vincent cracked his knuckles, fixing the man with a sharp, threatening gaze. “So, it was you,” he said. Ever since the first attempt on Katelyn’s life, he had been tirelessly searching for this man and whoever hired him. He never imagined the assassin woulde straight to them like this.


    Realizing he was losing ground, the assassin turned sharply and made a break for it.


    Vincent and Jaxen immediately gave chase, without a second thought.


    Being on the top floor of the hotel, the assassin’s escape options were limited. His route led him straight into a corner, with no way out.


    Katelyn hurried after them, and the three quickly cornered the assassin on the rooftop. The towering structure rose several hundred meters into the sky. A fall from such a height left no chance of survival, and there was nothing around that could help him escape.


    Vincent stepped forward slowly, deliberately. His voice was cold and threatening. “Are you thinking of jumping?”


    The assassin gritted his teeth, looking down at the dizzying drop. He hesitated, unsure of his next move.


    Vincent knew he had to be careful. Assassins like this one, when cornered, often resorted to desperate and reckless actions. They would rather choose death than betray their employers.


    In a firm voice, Katelyn stated, “Elora must be behind this. She sent you to kill me, didn’t she?”


    The assassin responded immediately, “No, the princess didn’t give the order.”


    “Then who was behind it?” she asked.


    Katelyn spoke with a hint of sarcasm, concealing the turmoil of thoughts racing through her mind. She hadn’t expected that a few minor incidents would escte into a battle with someone as spiteful as Elora.


    Two assassination attempts, one after the other.


    It was time to end things with Elora. Katelyn changed her approach, her voice taking on amanding tone. “Surrender now, and I might spare your life. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”


    The assassin seemed ready to argue, but just then, a helicopter suddenly appeared, hovering over the rooftop.


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