Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire
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Blood stained the stone red, yet he let out a faint breath of relief, forcing himself to steady his condition before continuing.
As he descended further, the surroundings grew darker. Fortunately, his henchmen carried specialized flashlights, allowing him to still see the path ahead.
“Boss, over there, there’s a large branch sticking out. There must be more branches around it.”
“There’s definitely a big tree below.”
Suddenly, one of the henchmen called out excitedly. Christopher immediately followed the direction he pointed. Sure enough, there was a thin, dry branch with a few green leaves sprouting from it.