Chapter 464 Escape From The Facility 

Cassian pressed a small key into Benedict’s hand and said quietly, “The exit to the ventilation shaft is locked. You can use this to open it. 

“Now listen–remember the route. This place has thirty floors. You’ll need to crawl all the way down to the first floor before you can get out. 

“If you hit a junction, always go left. That’ll take you to a wire gate with a padlock, and then…” 

Before sneaking into the lab, Cassian had already hacked into the facility’s intranet, pulled the entire blueprint, and memorized every exit. 

He now described the precise path through the ducts in full detail. 

Benedict nodded and took the key, though his eyes shimmered with worry as he looked back at Cassian. “But what about you? Once they realize I’m not upstairs, they’ll come back here.” 

“I can’t fit through the vent,” Cassian said, lifting his arm with effort. He ruffled Benedict’s soft hair and added with a weak smile, “Only if you make it out can you come back and save me.” 

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and handed it over. 

He said, “There’s no signal within fifteen hundred feet of this facility. Once you’re past that range, you can call for help. Dial the first contact–it’s a woman named Raven.” 

“Raven?” Benedict’s eyes widened in shock. 

Up until now, he’d only suspected Cassian might be his father. But this… this all but confirmed it. 

Before he could say more, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed from the hallway. 

“Someone’s coming. Go, now!” Cassian urged, mustering the last of his strength to push Benedict toward the duct. 

Benedict scrambled into the shaft, crawling forward a few paces, but couldn’t help glancing back. “Wait for me. I’ll come back with help, I promise!” 

With that, he turned and began crawling as fast as he could toward the exit–he couldn’t waste the chance Cassian had bought for him. 

The air inside the ducts was thick with the stench of decay, and his fingers occasionally brushed against the cold, shriveled bodies of rats and cockroaches. 

But Benedict pressed forward without flinching, clutching the phone tightly in his hand. 

Before long, his exposed knees were raw and bleeding from scraping against the jagged metal, but he didn’t slow down. His small face remained still, resolute. 

The duct stretched on endlessly. He didn’t know how long he’d been crawling. His limbs had gone numb when, at last, a faint light appeared in the distance. 

It was the exit. 

Heart pounding, Benedict sped up, using both hands and feet to propel himself toward the glow. 

Soon, he reached a locked wire gate. 

He slipped the key into the padlock and clicked it open without hesitation. 

But just as he poked his head out of the shaft, a rush of footsteps echoed through the space. 

Flashlights beamed down on him. 

Then, voices–sharp and urgent–from just beyond the exit, where the main road ran five hundred feet from the shaft. 

“There! Over there–it’s him!” 

“We’ve found the kid, Mr. Kuroki,” one of the uniformed techs said into a walkie–talkie. 

Rin’s voice crackled coldly through the device. “Kill him.” 

Then, as if thinking twice, he added, “But no guns. I don’t want any noise.” 

Though Shawn had already returned to rest in the facility’s adjacent hotel, one gunshot could send the entire operation up in smoke. 

The boy had to disappear–quietly. 

“Yes, sir, the tech responded grimly. 

Successfully unlocked! 

Without another word, the group surged toward Benedict. 

The boy’s expression hardened as he saw them coming. 

Chapter 464 Escape From The Facility 

But instead of panic, he turned on his heel and bolted in the opposite direction without the slightest hesitation. 

“Stop! Don’t run!” 

But how could a child’s short legs outrun grown men? 

Within moments, they’d closed the distance to just 60 feet. 

Thinking fast, Benedict veered toward a cluster of chemical barrels, shoved them over, and sent them crashing down in the path of his pursuers. 

“Damn it! Move this fucking stuff away.” 

As the barrels rolled and spilled their contents, the stinging vapors hit the techs in the face, forcing them to stop and curse as they wiped at their burning eyes. 

“Useless idiots!” 

Rin roared through the walkie, livid. He shoved away his chair and stormed out of his office–he’d catch the kid himself if he had to. 

Benedict ran with all his might, glancing down at the phone every few seconds. 

Still no signal. 

His legs were torn and bleeding, nerves completely numb. But still, no signal. 

A minute later, Rin and a handful of techs who had scrambled past the barrels caught sight of him again. 

“There! Grab him!” Rin bellowed. “Little brat, stop right there! If you don’t stop, I’ll shoot!” 

But Benedict didn’t stop. If anything, he ran faster. 

Behind him, curses and threats grew louder, closer. 

He ran, stumbling, gasping, forcing his body to keep going–and just as Rin was about to close the gap once more… A bar popped up on the phone. Signal. 

Subscribed