Chapter 295: The End of Bai Gu

The black SUV, scarred and groaning, screamed through the night. Its tires bit into the cracked asphalt, kicking up dust and gravel as Morgan Santee expertly navigated the derelict road. In the rearview mirror, the relentless glare of headlights was a predator's eyes, closing in for the kill. Bai Gu was persistent, a bloodhound who had tasted his prey's scent. "He's not giving up," Fang Jian stated, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his young face a mask of grim determination. In the...