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    Walking up with a friendly smile, the butler asked, “Mr. Spencer, will you be staying…”


    He suddenly paused. The color drained from his face as he saw who emerged from the helicopter.


    The butler turned and sprinted forward as gunshots rang out behind him.


    The sharp cracks of gunfire echoed through the air. Bullets mmed into the ground, sending sand flying as the butler dodged left and right, barely escaping each shot.


    The butler plunged into the bushes, weaving through the thick branches to conceal his every move. His expression was severe. Adrenaline surged through him as he spotted the adversaries: four masked individuals in ck, rifles in hand, circling a masked leader. The butler, trusted by the Spencer family for his loyalty and expertise honed over the years, had been assigned to oversee this ind.


    Previously serving as Gerald’s personal bodyguard, the butler had offered to protect this ind out of respect and gratitude for Gerald’s past kindnesses.


    The butler’s first instinct was to alert Wesley by phone, but it had slipped from his grasp during the chaos. With no other option, he resolved to stealthily return to the vi to seek assistance.


    Earle watched with a menacing grin, his eyes radiating a fierce desire for violence. “Seize them, and eliminate any who resist,” hemanded coldly.


    The four assassins responded with a sharp, “Understood!”


    They moved like specters under the cloak of darkness, descending upon the unguarded ind.


    The sound of gunfire mingled with the cries of the inders.


    Inders who caught on to the invasion armed themselves with whatever tools they could find, desperate to protect their homes. Yet, they were no match for the trained precision of the assassins.


    One by one, the inders were cut down.


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    The butler absorbed the sounds of gunshots and screams, despair growing within him. Who were these people? Realizing the urgency to inform Wesley and summon backup, he knew hesitation could mean the demise of everyone on the ind.


    With renewed resolve, the butler raced through the woods. However, upon reaching a clearing and spotting the paved path, a chilling taunt reached his ears. “So, you’ve stopped hiding? What a coward.” The butler tensed, ready for confrontation.


    There stood Earle, pistol poised, his smirk vile and triumphant.


    Caught off guard, the butler hadn’t noticed Earle’s approach.


    Their eyes locked, and a cold dread enveloped the butler, feeling the predator’s gaze upon him. “Who are you? Why are you attacking the people here?” he demanded, his breath heavy.


    Earle merely scoffed, believing a man facing death didn’t deserve to know his name. With a casual flick of his finger, he fired.


    The bullet grazed the butler’s shoulder as he dived for cover, pain surging through him.


    Ignoring the searing pain, the butler knew he must alert Wesley at all costs.


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