Chapter 1659: Undercurrent

In the tranquil setting of Josebatt City's park, an elderly man dressed in a traditional robe stood by the lake, holding prayer beads in his hand. He gazed silently at the moonlight reflected in the water, lost in thought.

Several figures approached him.

"Mr. Marcus, your refined taste is truly admirable. Even with a storm brewing, you still find time to enjoy the moon by the lake. I'm impressed!" A bald man with a full beard approached, smiling. Though his words were lighthearted,...