Chapter 538 The Situation

• December in Malviston carried a chill that cut to the bone, the dry air scraping like sandpaper. Malviston sat in the heart of Sylvaria—farther south than Riverton—but the cold still bit hard. Winter was clearly knocking on the door.
• Marc Egerton sat in the back of a cab, wearing a black leather jacket, headed for the Yiren Bar in Donghua District.
• The driver wouldn’t stop chatting, rambling about everything under the sun. Marc barely responded, but the guy kept going like he had fuel to burn.