Chapter 119 Twilight Castle

Nevada

Beside a desolate highway, inside a rundown auto shop called "Rusty Gear Garage."

A grease-smudged, white-haired old man was practically spitting mad, jabbing his finger at the head of a young mechanic and cursing up a storm. "How the hell is your muscle memory this goddamn bad?!"

"This i...

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