A mighty white light came down from heaven and washed the whole world in a trice.

In the Origin casino.

Charles Wallace, a famous gambler, was still gambling and just won a game. He made 62,000 dollars with one game, and the women next to him began to drool over him all the more.

In the Sterling villa.

Louis and Bella were talking with Rebecca.

“Do you really not know anything about Benjamin’s whereabouts? Or are you two purposely keeping things from me?” she asked them.

“If we knew something, we would have told you, Rebecca,” Louis frankly told her. “If it was in my capability, I would have long gone to rescue Benjamin, whether you believe it or not.”

Rebecca pursed her lips but didn’t say anything. She just looked into the distance toward the south. (Where are you Benjamin? When are you going to come back to me?)

Somewhere else in the city.

Samael was sipping on blood from a pristine cup on the fortieth floor of the building. He looked outside through the glass window. “Mm… why does