Chapter 1722

Enoch coughed up blood, while Michael's eyes dimmed.

The game was over. They had lost.

"Kill them," Enoch hissed, with blood in his teeth.

"I'd think twice," Andrew said, raising a hand. "The two of you don't stand a chance."

The Potter family guards marched in, dragging the Illuminati members with their masks off.

They were either business tycoons or industry giants, but now they panicked under the gun barrels.

"Master, save us.'

"Please, help us."

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They were the Illuminati's core, but that was just a fancy label.

In fact, they were Enoch's cash cows. They had served him wholeheartedly but ended up with nothing. Andrew tapped his wheelchair, and gunshots rang out.

The church turned into a bloodbath. The stench of gore filled the air.

Debra stayed quiet, knowing if these guys lived, they'd always be a threat to humanity.

"Isn't he worried about catching heat for offing so many?" Randy muttered. "These aren't nobodies."

Debra shrugged. "That's easy. Stage a plane crash and have the world guess."

"Good idea," Andrew said with a faint smile. "Let's roll with Mrs. Houston's idea."

"Yes, sir," Barton replied, ordering the bodies hauled off.

Turning back to Enoch, Andrew said, "Don't worry. I've taken care of the explosives outside and your experiments over the years. No more danger to everyone. So, what's it gonna be? Would you do it yourself or allow my people to finish the job? Or I can handle it personally."

Randy felt bad hearing that. Even if Enoch was a monster everyone hated, he was still his father.

But even now, Enoch didn't spare him a glance, like he'd never had a son like Randy.