Chapter 114: Daoist Friend

"Who are you?" Samuel Heyland demanded, staring hard at the man who had appeared out of nowhere. The middle-aged man chuckled. "This is my master. This time, my master will handle it personally." "Heh, heh, heh…" Middle-aged Man's Master suddenly let out a string of laughter. It sounded wrong. Like someone's throat had been clamped shut and the sound had been forced out anyway, dry and scraping enough to make skin crawl. "Quit with the spooky act. Who the hell are you?" Maurice Helwick snapped,...