Chapter 1193 A Monumental Breakthrough

• "It's more than just bad luck." Emmett poured himself a glass of whiskey, downed it in one gulp, and spoke bitterly, "I'm telling you, Cedric and I are practically gambling with our lives here. Any day now, we could be sent straight to the afterlife."
• Cedric gave Emmett a sharp look, sensing he might have let a bit too much slip. Yet, considering Kingsley was a known underworld boss with no threat to him, Cedric sighed and added, "You might think Emmett's exaggerating, but he's telling the truth. We're not even the ones holding the reins to our own lives."
• "Oh?" Kingsley raised his eyebrows, feigning ignorance. "What's that supposed to mean?"