Chapter 148 The Devil's Work
- “Huh?” A few steps in, he paused his walk at the feeling of stepping into something wet.
- An assumption morphed in his mind, urging his heart to beat faster, and beads of sweat to form on his forehead.
- Yet, Miguel sharply yanked out his phone once more then switched on its light, prompting his eyes to behold the literal pool of blood his feet were immersed in.