Chapter 163 A Battle Of Wits And Courage

• in the command center of the air raid shelter, the stench of alcohol filled the air.
• Hundreds of prisoners, each carrying various weapons, were engaged in boisterous laughter and loud bickering. The gunshots and explosions occurring outside did not seem to bother them in the slightest. It was as if they were accustomed to such chaos.
• Standing at the very top was an unusual old man named Antoine, who was cloaked in a grey trench coat. Both his arms and legs were prosthetics made of steel.