Chapter 687 What Now?
- Damon King kept quiet. A scene like this didn’t need him calling shots. He just shielded Xiang Jingshu and the others as they climbed into the third vehicle.
- The Prophet’s prep was tight—four vehicles in total. Up front was a pickup. Small only by name, its frame was beefed up and professionally modified. The moment it roared to life, the engine howled.
- Rat-tat-tat—the gunfire didn’t stop.