Chapter 200: Twelve Gates

In the dead of night, even Barbara Hoez started nodding off, let alone Miller Cutmore, who was already running on fumes. Still, Miller clenched his teeth and urged, "Barbara, wake up. We're at the critical point. Do what you did earlier. Get me fired up." Barbara's face flushed. She pulled a pained expression. "Master, my hand is killing me. It's gone numb." She could complain all she wanted, but she knew this was no time to be shy or slack off. Biting her lower lip, she reached out again with...