Chapter 188 Target

"At the center of every storm, there is an eye."

"Giant waves driven by fierce winds, covering the sky and earth with their majestic might, yet they always revolve around this core. Correspondingly, the eye of the storm is the calmest area of all."

"And now, we find ourselves in the midst of a storm."

Amber crouched in a corner with his hands folded in his sleeves, muttering to himself in a soft voice.

His voice was so low that even Andrew Taylor sitting beside him had to strain his ears to catch what he was saying. The young master of the Taylor family dug his thick, short fingers into his ears, leaning forward, trying to get his ears even closer.

"What did you just say? Something about a storm, something about calm?" His voice was a bit loud, causing other people in the shop to look over.

Amber silently glanced at his captain but made no sound.