Chapter 813: Chapter 813: The Smell of Burning
The sky at one o’clock in the morning was oppressively dark, the entire land shrouded in blackness and gloom.
The heavens were as if dyed with ink.
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes grew cold as he walked step by step along the muddy road.
The atmosphere was especially oppressive, no one daring to speak too much.
Just then, suddenly, a young bodyguard came over and shouted, “Mr. Cheney, we’ve found a light.”
Sylvan’s eyes narrowed, a gleam of light now visible in his deep, dark gaze.
He followed closely in the bodyguard’s footsteps!
“The cliff!” The bodyguard turned aside, circling around a dense tree and pointing ahead, “Mr. Cheney, look, there’s a light showing through there, a cave in the bushes, and there’s someone inside!”
The bodyguard was somewhat incoherent!
Finally, they had found a clue!
The presence of a bonfire in such a place indicated there were people! Perhaps it was the very person Mr. Cheney was searching for!
After searching for so long, they finally found a trace.
Everyone became excited.
After observing for a few minutes, Sylvan, indeed, shone a flashlight inside and discovered a hidden cave!
The cave appeared deep, making the firelight very faint.
Without careful observation, one couldn’t see the light at all!
“I’ll go in,” Sylvan said flatly.
“Mr. Cheney, let us do it. We still don’t know what the situation is inside, or whether the other party has a gun,” the bodyguard said, concerned.
Sylvan didn’t listen at all and took off his wet, heavy suit jacket, casually tossing it to the person behind him.
He pushed aside the bushes and jumped into the cave entrance.
“Mr. Cheney!” Several bodyguards panicked, hurrying to follow!
A few of the bodyguards were new, unfamiliar with Mr. Cheney’s strong capabilities.
Usually accompanying Sylvan Cheney in and out of the Cheney Group, they only thought he was a pampered nobleman, not realizing he was even more formidable than they were.
The cave entrance was heaped with various types of dead grass, the human activity evident upon closer inspection.
This dried grass and the branches had all been moved to block the entrance!
A glint of light finally twinkled in Sylvan’s dark and murky eyes.
The young bodyguard removed the damp grass and branches, and with the flashlight’s beam, the entrance of the cave starkly appeared!
The bodyguard threw a stone inside; it landed with a “thud,”
“Mr. Cheney, the cave seems deep.”
Sylvan bent down and walked in.
The deeper he went, the more apparent the light from the fire became!
Moreover, the air was thick with the scent of something burnt.
Sylvan suddenly froze mid-step, the scent of burning… impossible.
Fear and panic now layered the frostiness in his eyes, Sylvan growing somewhat out of control.
Echoes returned from the cave, accompanied by the “drip-drop” of falling droplets.
Quiet, silent, ashen.
With no response, Sylvan became even more out of control, rushing forward, his hand against the wall.
“Mr. Cheney, be careful of traps!” the bodyguards clamored, following close.
They raced ahead of Sylvan, protecting him.
They were professionally trained and knew such places were dangerous, there could be hunters who had set traps here, waiting for their prey to be ensnared!
Sylvan’s voice was hoarse and desperately low.
But the cave remained silent without response.
“Mr. Cheney, don’t move, we’ll go check it out,” the bodyguards tried to stop him.
“Move aside.” Sylvan’s face was stern as he pushed their hands away, steadily moving forward.
The cave was winding, but as he proceeded, the light grew brighter.
Simultaneously, the scent of burning grew stronger!
The sound of footsteps mixed with the dripping of water droplets, extraordinarily heavy.