Chapter 694

By evening, dark clouds had rolled in. After nightfall, it was pitch-black in every direction.

A woman screamed from Grigory's room, then everything fell silent. They had probably all gone to sleep.

Chen Zhao sneaked out of his room, went downstairs, and ran out of Grigory's estate. It was so dark he could not see his hand in front of his face, and his phone's light illuminated only a small patch of road.

Stopping beneath a tree, Chen Zhao covered his phone with his hand, blocking the light, then moved his hand away, covered it again, and repeated the gesture three times.

Footsteps sounded in the silence.

Chen Zhao turned around and came face-to-face with a Black man.

"Did you see the light? It's in that villa. The weapons I prepared for you are at Red Ridge. There's a very conspicuous white rock on the mountain. Walk ten meters east from it, then dig down half a meter, and you'll find the weapons crate," Chen Zhao said.

"Red Ridge, white rock, ten meters east. I've got it." The Black man nodded and spoke softly. Though his voice was quiet, it carried a stony resolve.

"This is for you." Chen Zhao took a bank card from his pocket. "A private Citibank Black Card. There's no password; you can withdraw money directly. Keep it safe. I put 1.5 million US dollars on it. Enough for your family to live on for the rest of their lives."

"I have no family." The Black man shook his head and pushed the card away. "I crawled out from beneath the corpses of more than a dozen of my relatives, from the well at the entrance to our village. Grigory's private soldiers stuffed over forty people into that well, then poured boiling water inside. It took