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    As the mercenaries emerged from the shadows, the three instantly recognized them—these were the same guards stationed at the casino just minutes earlier. Without hesitation, the mercenaries unlocked their weapons, pointing the barrels straight at the trio.


    “Hand over all your cash,” one barked, “and we’ll make it quick for you.”


    Vincent’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within them—more intimidating than the guns aimed their way.


    “Does your boss know you’re pulling this stunt?”


    One mercenary sneered and pulled the trigger. A shot rang out, echoing through the air as it shattered the stones beneath Vincent’s feet. The sound was deafening.


    Shards of rock scattered against his pants, but Vincent didn’t even blink, standing as still as ever.


    The mercenary’s anger boiled over.


    “Hand over everything, now!” he snarled, his voice dripping with malice.


    Another mercenary swung his gun toward Katelyn and Jaxen.


    “Get down on your knees, hands up!” he yelled, his finger hovering over the trigger.


    Katelyn and Jaxen exchanged a fearful nce. With the mercenary’s submachine gun aimed at them, resistance was impossible. They were trapped. With no other option, they lowered themselves to the ground, staying silent.


    Vincent raised his hands, his voice cold and steady.


    “My money’s in an international ount. I’d need to go to the bank for arge transfer.”


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    “Don’t try anything stupid. I already know what’s in your ount. Just transfer it to me, and we’re done,” the mercenary snapped, his patience wearing thin as he moved closer, gun still pointed at Vincent.


    “Hurry up and give me the money!”


    They knew it wouldn’t be long before their boss found out what they were up to.


    Time was running out. If they didn’t grab the money and disappear soon, they’d face their boss’s wrath—and they knew how cruel he could be.


    But the lure of such a massive fortune was too strong, pushing them to take the risk anyway.


    Vincent, unshaken, reached into his pocket, pulled out the gold card, and tossed it over to them.


    “The pin is six zeros,” Vincent said, his voice steady.


    The lead mercenary snatched the card, his grip firm and purposeful. With a quick,manding nce, he signaled his team.


    “If you’re trying to trick me, I’ll make sure you all suffer,” he warned, his tone cold and threatening.


    One of the mercenaries, understanding the signal, immediately set off toward the nearest bank.


    As he turned, a loud gunshot echoed through the air, and he fell to the ground, a bullet in his head.


    Meanwhile, a new team had snuck up behind the mercenaries, led by the old man who had taken Katelyn and the others to meet their boss.


    Before the mercenaries could react, the old man’s team opened fire, and they dropped to the ground, dead.


    Katelyn quickly grabbed Vincent and pulled him to safety, with Jaxen close behind.


    The three of them crouched under cover, waiting in tense silence. When the gunfire finally stopped, they cautiously peered out to assess the scene.


    The mercenaries who had threatened them were all sprawled on the ground, dead.


    The old man approached with a friendly smile.


    “I apologize for the incident. It was our negligence, and the boss willpensate youter.”


    Katelyn was about to speak when she suddenly noticed a mercenary behind the old man, still breathing, shakily reaching for a gun nearby.


    Katelyn’s warning shout cut through the air.


    “Watch out!”


    The old man spun around, swift and alert. In an instant, he drew his handgun and fired multiple shots into the mercenary’s chest. The gun kicked back, but the old man’s grip remained steady. Blood sprayed everywhere, yet his crisp white clothes stayed spotless.


    His gentle smile never wavered, but his effortless kill sent a chill down their spines.


    The gunshots sent a flock of birds flying, their wings pping wildly as they vanished into the sky.


    Bodies now littered the street, blood spreading out like a dark puddle.


    The old man turned to Katelyn, his calm demeanor unsettling. He tucked his gun away with ease.


    “Thanks for the warning,” he said, his smile a stark contrast to the bloody scene.


    Katelyn’s eyes lingered on the bodies, her expression haunted. She’d seen violence before, but the old man’s ruthless efficiency still unnerved her.


    Unable to hold back, she asked,


    “Doesn’t the government do anything about the way you kill so easily?”


    The old man smiled, his tone almost amused as he replied,


    “They might, but when ites to our boss… they’d never dare hold him responsible.”


    As soon as the old man finished speaking, his team sprang into action, dragging the bodies away. Momentster, the bloodstains were scrubbed clean, leaving no hint of the lives lost just minutes before.


    Katelyn nodded faintly, her mind struggling to quiet the chaos of thoughts.


    When they got back to the hotel, they hadn’t even made it to the elevator before the receptionist’s voice called out to them.


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