Chapter 10 - Interrogating The Enigma Of The Brown Trench Coat
The stranger lunged forward with surprising speed, swinging the heavy crowbar in a wide arc toward Vincent’s head.
Vincent ducked low under the arc, driving a brutal, calculated right hook straight into the assailant's midsection.
The man grunted heavily, stumbling back against the peeling wallpaper but recovering with terrifying resilience.
Before he could swing again, Vincent tackled him hard, pinning the assassin against the scarred oak desk with crushing force.
“Talk! Who hired you besides my uncle? Who is pulling the strings behind the board?!” Vincent roared in his face.
The man smiled grimly through bloodied lips, his cold eyes showing no fear of the billionaire executive.
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“You think your uncle is the top of the food chain, Vincent? You’re just a pawn in a global game,” the man wheezed.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, the stranger shattered the motel window behind him and vanished into the rainy night.
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