Bab 143: Chess Piece

A shadowy figure ran at inhumane speed as he jumped from one rooftop to the other, across the city of Damascus.

The figure wore a black trench coat, the hems of which fluttered in the wind as he continued to run. He had a head full of grayish-white hair and although he appeared to be old, his face had no lines or wrinkles that one would expect from an aged person.

He was none other than Sean Marx's butler, Alfredo!

Currently, his eyes were bloodshot as he ran across the rooftops. His right hand was slightly raised and positioned right in front of his chest.

Atop his palm, was a round transparent crystal. And within this crystal was a blood-colored thick needle that was pointing him in the direction he was running toward, just like a compass.

This blood belonged to Bryan! Alfredo had picked it up at his house in the suburbs of Damascus where his grandson, Anthony, had died at the hands of Bryan.