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    If he moved quickly, he could mitigate his losses. Even if Vincent struck, the damage would be controlled.


    But before he could take another step—Bang! The casino doors burst open with a thunderous crash.


    Heads snapped toward the entrance. The room fell silent. A heavy sense of dread settled over them.


    The smile on Brendan’s face froze mid-grin. He’d figured Vincent’s people would show up tomorrow or the day after. Beforeing here, Brendan had asked someone to slow Vincent down.


    But now what? Why had Vincent shown up so fast?


    Vincent walked in with Samuel and his crew. They carried long guns and had this intimidating vibe about them. He looked everyone over and said, “Surrender now, and you might get to live. Resist, and you will perish!” Most of Brendan’s guys were just street thugs who’d never had real training. When they saw Vincent’s group, some got so scared their knees started shaking. They all backed away without even meaning to.


    “Why are you here?” Brendan looked at Vincent. “This isn’t your territory. Don’t you think it’s rude to barge in like this?” He nced at his crew of amateur thugs, feeling mad and resigned at the same time.


    Vincent’s icy gaze cut right through Brendan. Without saying anything, Vincent pressed his gun against Brendan’s forehead. “I don’t think so,” he replied, his voice t as a frozenke.


    In that moment, the guys who’d been waiting for Brendan to fight back realized they were done for. Nobody dared to put up a fight. The most scared ones fell to their knees at Vincent’s feet.


    “Mr. Adams, please don’t kill us. We were just following orders.”


    “Sir, we beg of you, spare our lives!”


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    “It’s all his fault. He made us do everything.” Everyone threw Brendan under the bus.


    Brendan watched his so-called loyal crew turn on him. He clenched his teeth in anger. “You backstabbing cowards!”


    His men looked at him with pleading eyes. “Brendan, just stop talking. We’re done here. Let’s surrender. Living matters more than pride!”


    Samuel stared at these weak-willed men with a deep frown. These men were nothing like he’d expected. Could Brendan’s crew really be this spineless? They’d been fighting Vincent for years, but gave up in seconds.


    “You traitors, shut your mouths!” Brendan red at his men. He was clearly disgusted by how quickly they’d folded.


    He turned back to Vincent with ast scrap of defiance. “Vincent, you think you’ve won? Let me tell you, that’s never gonna happen!”


    But then… Bang!


    Vincent pulled the trigger without a second thought. The bullet pierced through Brendan’s forehead, and blood poured out instantly.


    Everyone stood frozen, as if time had stopped. Brendan had actually died, just like that?


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