Chapter 295

The sound of footsteps echoed sharply—disciplined and precise. Then, a sudden gunshot reverberated, piercing the air and rattling everyone’s ears! Instantly, all eyes turned toward the door, the men in black halting their actions at once. Samuel, previously clouded by pain, felt his consciousness returning. His heart surged with excitement—his reinforcements had arrived. Simultaneously, thick, greyish smoke began to rise in the hall, cloaking the room in a fog that blurred everyone's vision. Amid the haze, several tall figures leaped towards the men in black, engaging them in a fierce struggle. The clash of the two forces was immediate and intense. "Second Master, we’re late," a man in a black jacket rushed to Samuel’s side, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" Samuel scowled, his voice sharp with irritation, "Do I look alright to you?" The man muttered an apology and hurriedly helped Samuel off the ground, but Samuel's leg was bleeding profusely, rendering him unable to walk