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    Samuel also couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d faced off with Brendan many times before and knew him as a tough opponent. But now, Brendan died like it was nothing.


    Only Vincent remained ice-cold. He walked over to Brendan, crouched down, and ripped off what turned out to be a face mask. Under the mask wasn’t Brendan’s face at all.


    This revtion hit everyone in the room like a shockwave. The man’s face looked ordinary, with none of Brendan’s features. This guy had been an imposter all along.


    Samuel let out a surprised gasp. That sly fox—Brendan had tricked them again!


    Vincent didn’t look surprised at all. “Find him at all costs,” he ordered, his voice deep andmanding. “Don’t let him escape!”


    From the start, Vincent had thought this “Brendan” seemed off. The real Brendan would never be this pathetic. This fake versioncked the ruthlessness that made Brendan who he was.


    When the thugs saw that their “leader” wasn’t even the real Brendan, fury reced their fear. The real Brendan had ditched them before things even got bad. His betrayal made their blood boil.


    “What the hell! We put everything on the line for him, and he ditched us like yesterday’s trash?”


    “When I find him, I’ll make him wish he’d never been born!”


    Vincent cut their revenge fantasies short. “Kill them all,” he told Samuel without emotion.


    None of these men deserved mercy. They’d worked for Brendan, doing all kinds of dirty work without a shred of decency.


    The men heard Vincent’s order and begged for their lives. “No, Mr. Adams, please spare us! It was all Brendan’s fault.”


    “Yeah, we didn’t want any part in this.”


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    “You should kill him instead of us!”


    Vincent just gave them a passing nce before walking away.


    Samuel’s eyes turned cold as winter. “Do it,” hemanded his men.


    After Vincent left, gunshots echoed through the building. Brendan’s men dropped one after another, their pleas silenced forever.


    News of Vincent’s actions spread like wildfire among Yata’s aristocrats. Though no one dared to speak openly, unease filled the air. Especially among those who had once shed with Katelyn. Now, they could only hope to remain unnoticed, doing everything they could to avoid catching Vincent’s attention.


    After leaving the casino, Vincent got into his car. Momentster, Samuel emerged with his men, then joined Vincent inside.


    “All taken care of,” Samuel reported with quiet respect.


    Vincent gazed at the darkening sky, his expression cold. “Lock down all airports. Stop all outgoing flights. Don’t forget helicopters. Brendan cannot be allowed to escape. If Vincent is going to make an example of someone, it has to be fierce. Anything less would be meaningless.”


    Samuel immediately understood and nodded. “Understood.”


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