Red filled his eyes, showing how deeply desperation had overtaken him. Vincent, the man who never lost his composure, had reached his breaking point. He no longer cared about secrecy. Nothing mattered except finding Katelyn.
Even if the odds were against them, did it really matter? As long as there was even a sliver of hope, Vincent would keep fighting.
Samuel had already heard about Vincent’s situation. Without pressing for details, he answered quickly, “Got it!”
Without wasting a second, the search for Katelyn began.
Meanwhile, in a secluded laboratory, T—the leader of the T Organization—stood behind a steel table, his black fanged mask hiding everything but the fury in his…
Voice thundered through the room as he struck the table with a forceful slam. “I gave you a simple task, and this is the result? Years of work. Gone in an instant!”
The subordinate kneeling before T trembled violently. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he bowed repeatedly, his voice shaking with desperation. “Boss, please forgive us! This was all our fault!”
Their operation in the slums had been the organization’s primary source of income. Katelyn had single-handedly destroyed it. Effectively, she had severed the lifeline of their organization.
T was seething with anger upon hearing the news. He had assumed Katelyn was too preoccupied to focus on their activities, yet she had been quietly undermining them.
That infuriating woman! Why couldn’t she just stay out of trouble? From the moment she arrived in Yata, there hadn’t been a day without turmoil. If this continued, she would destroy every last one of his operations, piece by piece.
The mere thought sent a dark rage coursing through him. His expression turned ashen, and his teeth ground together in barely contained wrath.
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He growled, “Where is Katelyn?”
She had to die. There was no other option. Even with Vincent shielding her, she couldn’t be allowed to live. If she did, it was only a matter of time before she uncovered other dens.
The subordinate before T was still shaking, his eyes wide with fear. He shook his head vigorously. “I don’t know. The explosion was too intense. Nobody knows whether Katelyn is dead or alive.”
Fury consumed T. He strode over to the subordinate, balled his fist, and delivered a brutal punch to his forehead. The impact seemed intended to be lethal.
The subordinate didn’t dare to fight back. Any resistance would result in not just death, but torment beyond imagining. After all, he knew his boss’s ways all too well. Loyalty meant nothing. Even Sophia, who had stood by T’s side for years, had been discarded with a single command. Challenging T’s authority was unthinkable.
T didn’t hold back. He landed several more blows, his fury laced in every strike. “Go and find her. Even if she’s dead, I want her body brought to me!”
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