With or Without a Poin, I’ll Help You

As the soldiers of The Golden Apple moved to apprehend Jack, Patrick intervened, halting their advance with a wave of his hand. "Stand down," he commanded, his voice carrying an air of authority that brooked no argument. "There's no point in chasing him now. We lack the necessary tools to restrain him. But we now know who he's allied with—Jilliane Chung."

Patrick's words hung in the air like a ominous portent, the implications clear to all who heard them. With a grim determination, he declared that they held the trump card to draw Jack out of hiding when the time was right. "He will return," Patrick asserted with a steely resolve. "And when he does, we'll be ready."

His subordinates nodded in silent agreement, their expressions a mixture of resignation and determination as they reluctantly acquiesced to Patrick's orders. Meanwhile, Jack and Jill raced away from the scene with all the haste they could muster.

As the adrenaline of their escape began to wane, Jack became acutely aware of