Chapter 165: Ken knew the situation had spiraled out of control, drawing the attention of the police.


    However, even the officers felt they were facing a particrly tangled web.


    The methods employed suggested the involvement of professional killers, and with the crime unfolding overseas, the challenges of cross-borderw enforcement loomedrge.


    On the other end of the line, a police officer carefully stated, Mr.


    Lloyd, we hope youre ready for whatsing.


    I understand.


    Ill cooperate fully with any updates, Ken replied, maintaining a steady tone.


    His expression remained stern and unwavering.


    Jim, watching him, wore a mask of pain mixed with helplessness.


    Having raised Ken, Jim knew his temperament well.


    The more stoic Ken appeared, the more resolute his lethal determination grew he was a force that could not be swayed.


    Since Allison had entered the Lloyd familys orbit, Ken had be less tempestuous and more measured.


    But now, the shadows of vengeance danced in his eyes.


    Ken was never one to sit idle; he preferred to be the architect of his own fate.


    He turned to Sherman with resolve.


    Get me information on Burned Inds, especially the Mafias hideouts.


    Kens mind spun with snippets from the Leswingtonnguage hed overheard.


    It was apparent the assassins had mentioned Burned Inds, and he could easily deduce they were likely connected to the Mafia.


    While he couldnt yet piece together Allisons connection to the assassins, he knew Burned Inds was where his brother had met his end.


    Moreover, if not for Lorna, Allison wouldnt have fallen so easily into the clutches of danger.


    Ken observed his subordinates stumbling over reports, each one more vague than thest.


    His simmering anger cast a shadow over the room, making everyone uneasy.


    The Mafia actually hasnt been eradicated, he muttered, his gazeser-focused on the clues.


    Just then, a notification pinged on his phone, halting his thoughts.


    Seeing it was from Allison nearly made his heart stop.


    But in an instant, her subsequent messages went dark, leaving him unable to reach her.


    Thest location she sent was Burned Inds! Without a second thought, Ken hoisted himself out of his wheelchair, quickly changed, and slipped a tracker into his cufflink.


    He turned to Sherman.


    Allisons location might shift at any moment.


    Shes in a remote area now, and I need to reach her before anything changes.


    The address Allison had sent pointed to an abandoned factory on the southern stretch of Burned Inds, a ce wherew enforcement was already stretched thin and the economy was in tatters.


    The area was abyrinth of crumbling air-raid shelters, making any search a daunting task.


    Sending reinforcements would only alert the enemy andplicate matters.


    The best course of action was for Ken to risk it himself, allowing others to follow the trackers trail.


    When I arrive, you need to coordinate our men, arm them with firearms and explosives, and neutralize the killers before the police can intervene.


    Shermans concern was palpable.


    But Mr.


    Lloyd, we cant be certain that Ms.


    rke sent that message herself; it might be a trap to lure us into a snare.


    If its dangerous, let me take the risk instead.


    You dont have to Ken raised his hand, cutting Sherman off mid-sentence.


    The clock was ticking, and every second they dyed increased the threat to Allison.


    We cant afford to wait.


    This is our only lead.


    Even if it turns out to be a wild goose chase, I have to see it for myself this is what I owe to Allison.


    His eyes darkened with chilling resolve.


    Make sure you coordinate with the police and have our men ready to spring into action nearby.


    Protecting Allison is our top priority if those thugs decide to strike.


    Sherman nodded.


    Yes, Ill see it done.


    Hed never witnessed this fierce side of Ken before.


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