The Return of Adam Sanders

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWELVE

With his back against the wall, Stefan knew he was out of options. His hands remained in his pocket, he looked around the fallen forms of his screw scattered around him, a testament to Adam's skill and prowess.

But he wasn't going to give up; Stefan, ever the schemer, had one last trick up his sleeve, a desperation move that he'd been looking forward to using, it was his pride and joy.

He sneered at Adam, his confidence artificially bolstered by the object hidden in his pocket,

"You think you've won, Adam?" he spat, his voice oozing malice.

Adam, unimpressed, simply raised an eyebrow and shrugged confidently,

"It appears so, doesn't it?" he replied and stretched his arms to elaborate his claim, his calm demeanour a stark contrast to Stefan's growing agitation. Stefan's hand twitched inside his pocket, fingers wrapping around the small canister he'd concealed there.

Amber and Adrien, who had been watching the scene unfold with bated breath, sensed a shift in the atmosphere, and th