Chapter 178

In the shadowy alley beneath the megabuildings, filthy runoff streamed through the cracked pavement.

Allen stood on a damp patch of concrete with his arms folded, staring absently toward the mouth of the alley.

His mind was running on several tracks at once. Part of him was working through the production-line problem. Another part was mapping out escape routes. And somewhere in the background, he was still wondering whether Wakako had chosen this meeting spot as a petty jab at him… or as a trap.