Chapter 182: Can You Turn Off the Light? I'm Shy!

Night deepened. Late-autumn moonlight lay hazy, and the evening wind carried a chill. Dante Easton stood on the viewing deck, bare-chested, staring into the distance. The woodland below swayed under the moon. He held his phone. Samson Balam's voice came through the speaker: "Bruce Piper came back this morning. The Piper family looks off. They halted all actions and projects-they're hunkering down, like they're waiting for something." "Back?" Dante's eyes narrowed. Those three ancient martial...