Chapter 233: Factions Stirring, Meeting Joshua Zimmerman!

Hearing that ice-cold, detached voice, the middle-aged woman instinctively lowered her head. She snapped at the men carrying the palanquin, "Move! We have to be inside the city before dark!" The palanquin lurched forward, its speed clearly picking up. The group slipped like a gray shadow into the thickening dusk. By then, Linton no longer held its daytime clamor. Countless patriarchs hidden away in luxury villas and gated compounds were as restless as ants on a hot skillet, unable to sit still. Phones...