351: Trap?
As time went by, Corey, Divine, and the taxi driver kept on walking. Surprisingly, neither Corey nor Divine complained about the distance they had trekked or the time they had spent walking.
They were both occupied with their own thoughts and amazingly, they also felt a sort of… peace.
It was bizarre and absurd to be feeling peace in an underground sewer. But that was the case for both Corey and Divine.
Their noses had adapted to the horrible stench of the sewer, and the lack of noise and the soft sound of rushing waters was soothing to the duo.
Approximately thirteen minutes later, both Corey and Divine had a slight change in their expressions, and they pushed their thoughts to the back of their minds.
"Seems it's not only your boss we're going to be meeting."
Divine calmly spoke, and the taxi driver flashed a light smile while shrugging nonchalantly.
"Tch."