chapter 173 Hickey

it's getting dark.

In modern society, there are no longer the fishing fires described in poems on the riverside.

But the colorful lights set up by street vendors are enough to illuminate most places.

Wally Yare and Wallace Scull were standing under a big tree beside the path at this moment. Most of the lights could not reach here, so the environment was quite dark.

In the darkness, Wallace Scull couldn't see clearly the direction Wally Yare was pointing.

But...