Chapter 113: Wesley
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Driving ahead, it became increasingly evident that Stretch’s physical condition was rapidly worsening. The skin on his back felt as if it was thickening, swelling up painfully, and he could sense the warmth of blood oozing out. Inside him, a fierce spirit stirred restlessly, agitated and eager to break out, even though there wasn’t any immediate threat. He was in a predicament: if he didn’t harness the spirit’s power, his deteriorating condition would probably claim his life within ten days. However, the act of using the spirit’s might could be so overwhelming that it might kill him instantly.
“Thank goodness I managed to get out of that village in one piece,” he reflected. “If I can successfully finalize that transaction in the upcoming days, I might be able to suppress the violent resurgence of this spirit and liberate myself from this torment.”
Although he was shadowed by the ever-present threat of death, Stretch didn’t sink into despair. Surprisingly, he found himself burning with hope and determination to persevere. He felt a sense of accomplishment after having managed to complete his mission, even if it was by the skin of his teeth.
However, as he prepared to merge his car onto the primary roadway, a quick glance out of the window changed everything. He spotted a police blockade at the crossroad ahead. A sizable section of the surrounding area had been sealed off, with many vehicles stationed and makeshift tents set up. There was a throng of onlookers, gawking at the scene in curiosity. All of this wasn’t there when he had ventured into the village before.
His heart pounding with anxiety, Stretch sounded the car horn and rolled down his window. Leaning out, he yelled back to Miles, who was driving a short distance behind him, “There’s an obstruction up front! Do you think they’re here for us?”
Having already assessed the situation, Miles called back, “Keep your cool. They’re not after you; they’re here for me. It’s probably the folks from Sun’s company at the club. They’re likely here to finalize our pending business and perhaps settle some old scores.”
It seemed that the call made earlier in the village had produced results. Feeling the pressure, Build had used his influence to rally the representatives of the mysterious company.
Miles alone couldn’t have possibly tracked down the leader of such a secretive organization, negotiated terms, or gathered detailed intelligence on their dealings. A direct, face-to-face discussion was imperative. However, this secretive organization wouldn’t bother with just Miles; they would need involvement from the high-ranking summoners as these officials were deeply implicated in the affair.