Chapter 278: Meeting the Dark Lord

Washflower Creek Park? Bruce Yale's eyes sharpened. "Did they set a passphrase or anything like that?" Ray Yale shook his head. "They only said eight o'clock tonight. On the dot. Miss it and they won't wait." That was enough. Bruce realized whoever had called him out was almost certainly the Dark Lord. They had seen each other up close before. Even if the lighting had been poor and the view unclear, meeting again meant he could still pick out that familiar build in a crowd. Bruce thought for...