C302 CHAPTER302 MIDDLE GRADE SPIRIT VEIN

There was a lot of gossip surrounding him. Fletcher's face turned from pale to flushed, then back to pale again.

"Damn Sam Moreels! It's you again! You're setting me up once more! Why am I always unlucky whenever I run into you?"

Fletcher's face darkened as he felt the emptiness of his right arm and the pain that came with it