Chapter 181: Given who Evan Gates was, one word from him pulled up any camera feed he wanted.

He had already predicted Everett would hit Chiville around this hour. Rose had barely pulled up the camera feeds before Everett showed up. "All right. We wait," Evan said, voice flat, and he settled back on the sofa in the living room, eyes closed, resting his eyes. Gustave's disciples were already running on fumes. They had not traded blows with anyone, yet the nonstop channeling of inner strength into Gustave had wrung them out. If they paused, even for a breath, Gustave's vitals would crash...