?Chapter 427:
Samuel’s face was grave as he handed Vincent a set of photos.
Katelyn and Jaxen, sensing the seriousness of the moment, discreetly gave them space, turning to their own tasks.
Vincent’s eyes narrowed at the photo showing Breck stepping out of a car, a sharp gleam in his eye.
“When were these taken?” he questioned sharply, suspicion coloring his tone.
The man in the photos was Breck, looking as polished as ever, but something was amiss—his neck was unadorned, missing the cor. Vincent knew he had locked it securely around Breck’s neck. It should have been there, unless Breck had deceived them about its permanence and found another way to remove it, one not involving the terminal system.
“This afternoon,” Samuel said solemnly.
Vincent’s expression darkened. “Find him now.”
The cor on Breck’s neck was supposed topel him to disclose the solution, but the man had sidestepped them, misleading their search for TS.
Vincent silently swore that this time, Breck would not get off lightly.<fnb16c> This text is hosted at Find?Novel</fnb16c>
Samuel interjected urgently, “Mr. Adams, he’s not at home. He’s at a casino, and our people are blocked outside. We can’t tell what he’s up to inside.”
Jaxen perked up at the mention of “casino,” his interest piqued.
“I’ve heard that the casinos in Yata are legendary, hosting games and bets that push the limits, sometimes even risking lives.” Yata’s casinos were infamous globally for their audacious offerings.
As he held the photos, Vincent’s face became a mask of resolve.
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“Breck now relies on this casino for the bulk of his revenue.”
Jaxen, unable to hide his eagerness, pped his hands together. “Let’s go take a look and broaden our views. I’ve always been intrigued by a casino of this caliber.”
“Then let’s go,” Vincent responded, tossing the photos on the table and turning toward Katelyn. “Let’s explore the casino.”
Katelyn nodded in agreement, but her thoughts were clouded by the grim images of the exploitation of ves that the photos conjured.
The stark, violent scenes depicted were seared into her memory, lingering ominously.
She had long sought a chance to free those enved. To her, each life held value. Why should fate grant some luxury while condemning others to oppression?
Finding Breck’s casino was easy. It was the grandest in Yata, its entrance boasting avish sign embellished with gems and gold.
The doors stood invitingly open, nked by armed security guards. It was still daylight, yet the casino bustled— a sign of Yata’s quiet sanction of gambling.
Gambling was often intertwined with narcotics. Nearby, vendors cloaked in heavy garments squatted, their baskets before them hinting at illicit sales.
Katelyn nced curiously at the baskets, partially concealed by cloths that allowed only a glimpse inside. The baskets seemed to hold small packages of some kind of white powder, resembling flour.
Her slight interest drew a vendor’s attention, who promptly said, “Miss, care to inspect our products? We ensure all are top-notch and affordably priced.” As he spoke, the vendor rose, attempting a better disy of his goods.
Katelyn instinctively stepped back. Before she could reply, a tall figure moved protectively in front of her.
Vincent stood firm, shielding Katelyn and ensuring her safety with his solid presence.
His voice was piercingly cold as he said, “No need. Stay back.” With that, Vincent guided Katelyn toward the casino’s entrance.
Katelyn murmured, “What’s in those baskets?” Vincent’s stern expression hinted he knew the contents all too well.
Nearby, Jaxen’s smirk was apparent. “Drugs, obviously.” The powder was most likely heroin, and hidden beneath the clothsy various other illicit drugs.
Even minor exposure could destroy families irreparably. The thought flickered in Katelyn’s eyes. She harbored a deep loathing for such dealings.
As the group of three neared the entrance, several intimidating figures abruptly blocked their path.
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