Chapter 813: Chapter 813: The Smell of Burning
The sky at one o’clock in the morning was oppressively dark, the entire land shrouded in blackness and gloom.
The heavens were as if dyed with ink.
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes grew cold as he walked step by step along the muddy road.
The atmosphere was especially oppressive, no one daring to speak too much.
Just then, suddenly, a young bodyguard came over and shouted, “Mr. Cheney, we’ve found a light.”
A light…
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