Chapter 151: The Dragon God's Wrath, a Bloodbath at the Factory

The moon hung high and pale, casting long, skeletal shadows across the desolate landscape of the abandoned tire factory. The stench of burnt rubber and decay clung to the humid night air, a fitting perfume for a place of death. Raymond Santee’s car screeched to a halt a hundred yards from the rusted gates, its headlights cutting through the oppressive darkness before he killed the engine, plunging the world back into shadow. He stepped out, the gravel crunching under his boots. His face was...