CHAPTER 333

Romeo sat on a makeshift wooden crate under a dimly lit street lamp, his rugged appearance had blended seamlessly with the grime and grit of the city streets.

His clothes were worn, with patches here and there, and his once vibrant eyes were now shadowed with a mix of fatigue and determination.

Despite his outward appearance, his fingers moved with practiced ease as he maneuvered a well-worn chess piece across the board in front of him.

"You're not gonna win this one, Romeo," muttered one of his companions. He was a burly man with a thick beard, and he leaned in to get a closer look.

Romeo smirked without taking his eyes off the board. "Don't count me out just yet, Sam. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Around him, a group of similarly disheveled men, some of whom had become his close companions, watched intently as the game unfolded.

The air was thick with the sounds of the bustling street, punctuated by the occasional shout or the distant hum of a passing car.

The dim lig