. Abel didn't understand what was going on, the timely appearance

an sensed his nerv

n call me Sir Walrus. I'm your fat

?

d. How could this powerful and mysteriou

now my father?"

during our youthful days. But he rose too quickly

ting or something, but he coul

me face as he spoke. He looked a bit lost, sta

s in the driver's seat, turne

ners with her master and even surpass him? She turned and studied Abel agai

d by thick eyelashes. His lips were firm and well-sha

m. He was puzzled, wondering why, but he couldn't pass up t

believing he'd managed to portray the image of an outstanding young

twitched fiercely. He's also shameless, she n

d to Mr. Walrus, who was no

nt from your father. You both

but in his heart, he was thinking, Seems like this man really knows my father.

shameless, but he was nothing compared to his old

again, what would someone as powerful as him gain by deceiving someone as ordinary as Abel

nued speeding

t protested was because he didn't want to die yet. Are you kidding me? Just one smack from the pink-haired g

e estate. The houses in the estate didn't look cheap at all. They were stopped by t

ld see military men almost everywhere. They drove to the heart of the estate and stopped b

o admire the huge mansion. The amount and

made Abel turn grim. He didn't understand what was wrong with Walrus. Since they met, he had secretly

e, but he still ma

p but notice how much respect they showed him. It was expected. He had a feeling Walrus cou

as sitting with a cane in his hands. Abel felt his breath tighten as

ly had this feeling that he wouldn't be

de him let his guard down a little. There's no way this kin

He turned to the rest of the people i

ety at all. What a joke, anyone who could harm the old man could kill all of them with a s

th the kid and Walrus." The old man im

his man that clearly surpassed that of Enzo and the pink-haired girl. He was

dering who he truly was. His identity didn't make sense at all. She had been here a few times with her master, and eve

strange rhythm. Abel didn't know exactly what he did, but he could

s as he looked at the son of his student, standing before him co