Katelyn rolled to the side and quickly stood, leaving Vincent sprawled on the ground. Although her head spun and her ears rang, she wasted no time and began examining him.

Hearing the noise, Samuel hurried over. Spotting Vincent unconscious on the floor, he yelled anxiously, “Mr. Adams!” By then, Katelyn had completed her check. With a deep sigh of relief, she said, “He’s okay; he’s just been knocked out by the impact.”

Samuel finally calmed down.

Moments later, Vincent’s eyes fluttered open. His gaze landed on Katelyn, filled with worry.

“Are you hurt?” he asked softly.

Katelyn shook her head, reassuring him.

Relieved, Vincent quietly exhaled.

As he attempted to stand, Samuel stepped forward and quickly assisted him to his feet.

Vincent’s voice was sharp and commanding.

“Go see if Langston is still alive.”

Before them, the basement lay in ruins, reduced to nothing but debris. The likelihood of anyone surviving was nearly nonexistent.

A suffocating heaviness settled in Katelyn’s chest.

Her hands tightened into fists at her sides as an icy dread seeped into her soul, gripping her with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness.

Who could be responsible for orchestrating such destruction?

Each action was more merciless than the one before. And this person was treating human lives as disposable tools to further their ambitions.

Katelyn knew she had to uncover the identity of this individual. If she didn’t, peace would remain an unattainable dream.

Sensing her turmoil, Vincent glanced down at her and offered a soft reassurance.

“Don’t overthink it. We’ve done everything we could.”

The sniper’s failed attempt, immediately followed by the detonation of a timed bomb, made it painfully clear— their adversary was determined to tie up all loose ends.

It was evident that this individual was desperate to stay concealed, suggesting that their identity held critical significance.

As Katelyn was about to nod in agreement, Samuel came rushing back, slightly winded.

“Mr. Adams, the timed bomb… it was inside Langston. He was blown to pieces!”

Samuel, despite his composure, seemed shaken by the revelation.

While Langston had committed countless misdeeds, resorting to a suicide bomb was still an act of unimaginable cruelty.

Katelyn’s breath caught. She was now convinced— this was undoubtedly the handiwork of the T Organization. Only they could employ such cold-blooded and inhuman tactics.

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