After dinner, Casper suggested that they visit Horington food street. Everything was already in place at Horington food street. Earlier, Casper had commanded the installation of pinhole cameras at multiple locations distributed along the length of the street.

Casper’s intention for heading there that day was not to partake in the sumptuous fare offered all along the street. Rather, he wanted to capture those who were the masterminds of the fabled haunting of Horington food street.

Stallion had helpfully brought a few of his lackeys along to add to their numbers.

Elena had been intimidated at first, but her curiosity soon convinced her to trail along.

She now sat inside one of the shops that had a clear view of the street outside, which she nervously glanced at intermittently.

Two strapping brutes sat on either side of Elena, dwarfing her petite frame. They sat staring ahead gravely, entirely focused on watching over Elena’s safety.

They, too, had pinhole cameras attached discreetly to them to record any untoward incidents that might occur.

As an added layer of security, Stallion had set up a post in a private room within the shop, carefully monitoring the live footage.

The pinhole cameras strategically placed throughout Horington food street covered practically every angle and crevice conceivable.

Casper was hidden in a dark corner somewhere, like a predator waiting to spring.

Time ticked steadily away. When Elena checked her watch next, it read ten minutes to midnight.

“Anything?” Casper asked from his hiding spot in a room on the second floor of a shop along Horington food street. Concealed by the curtains, Casper would remain invisible unless the situation became irremediable.

Peering at his screen, Stallion replied shortly, “Nothing.”

The crowd had vanished, leaving in its wake the empty streets lit gloomily by the dim yellow glow of several street lamps. Elena bit her lip, feeling a sudden surge of fear within her.

Sensing Elena’s concern, Casper muttered into his earpiece to soothe her, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

In Casper’s room was another setup from which he had the master control over all of the surveillance cameras and their footage.

him an unobstructed

clock in the shop chimed, punctuating the silence. It

Elena twisted both hands together

had struck twelve, dense white smoke had begun spreading from the end of the street. Casper thought that he could detect black shadows moving within its

whole body had gone numb. She had

the fan in the shop turned on and began spinning energetically of its

shrieked, reflexively clutching the muscular arm of the guard beside

and instantly stiffened. Elena’s fingernails had sunk deep into his skin as she hung onto his arm for dear life. In a gruff voice, the

they could protect her from anyone, Elena would

fallen on deaf

Casper hurriedly spoke into his Bluetooth earpiece, “How are you all

tightly that I think she’s going to take my hand

help but break into a grin. “Elena, everything will be

from the guard’s earpiece, she felt somewhat comforted. However, she insisted feebly, “I

Those things don’t exist. Aren’t you a university graduate? How can you be so superstitious? The white smoke is obviously

to find that the electrical supply had been shut off, rendering his strategically-placed surveillance cameras useless. Fortunately,

hunt some ghosts,” Casper said grimly. The thugs he had

grip was like iron,

situation as it unfolded before his watchful gaze. When the group enveloped within the white smoke discovered that they were under attack, they had immediately dispersed and

his earpiece, “What’s happening in the shop? They should have discovered the surveillance cameras

was no reply on the

had arranged to lead the assault

over the air. Casper could vaguely detect the smell of

his surroundings, Casper decided to play dead and buy himself more time to devise

Stallion had brought along as extra manpower had,

sound of footsteps approaching him, then felt

wisely decided not to resist. Casper relaxed the muscles all over his

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