C197 Chapter 197

The exposed hand, hit by the beam, started to show signs of turning to ash.

“Sir?”

Si Wu hurriedly rolled the window up and asked anxiously, “Are you okay?”

The man in the back seat drew his entire body deeper into the pitch-black robe. His throat tightened, his voice rough and hoarse. After a long moment, he forced out two words.

Worn and weathered: “Go back