Chapter 327 The Making
- *Sylvester's POV*
- After the meeting, Don Pabliyo secured a place for me to work—a lab of sorts, buried beneath an abandoned rail depot where even the echoes kept secrets. It wasn’t much.
- Just concrete walls, a pair of low-hanging bulbs that buzzed like dying insects, a rusted steel table in the center, and a stone counter that stretched along the back wall like a butcher’s slab.