Chapter Seventy- Nine

Ryan, Turner, and Jessica stood before the seemingly defeated Mr. Smith, their faces etched with a mix of relief and caution.

“At least, we did something,” Turner added.

They had faced their greatest adversary and emerged victorious, their friendship and courage their guiding light.

But as they lowered their guard, a flicker of movement caught Jessica's eye.

It was Mr. Smith's hand, seemingly paralyzed by the device that had disabled his power, that was slowly inching toward a hidden pocket.

Jessica's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that Mr. Smith was faking his defeat.

He was waiting for them to relax, to let down their guard, before striking again.

"It's a trap!" Jessica shouted, her voice echoing through the warehouse.

Ryan and Turner turned to see Mr. Smith's hand emerging from his pocket, a glint of metal catching the dim light.

It was a knife, small but deadly, its blade gleaming with sinister intent.

Mr. Smith lunged forward, his eyes filled with a venomous rage