"Chapter 519: Not Dead, But Crippled
- At three in the morning, in a large pharmaceutical factory on the outskirts.
- A black van, with its dim headlights on, approached from a distance. The journey was eerily quiet, and in this desolate wilderness, no one could notice this vehicle.
- "Is that the factory up ahead, Red Xander?" A green-haired man in the car murmured.