Chapter 73 The Betrayal
- The sewer’s stench clung to us like a second skin, the gold bars in my backpack slamming against my spine with every frantic step.
- Adam’s flashlight beam trembled ahead, slicing through the gloom to reveal rats skittering over rusted pipes.
- Somewhere above, sirens wailed—a dissonant choir chasing the echoes of our footsteps.