Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian)

Sebastian pivoted, realizing that a hunched old man was standing less than ten feet away from him.

He broke into a cold sweat. Given that this old man had silently approached him from such a close distance, his skills must be remarkable.

He would've been at a disadvantage if the old man were to ambush him earlier.

The old man's gray hair was sparse, and his face looked weathered. His dark, deep-set eyes made him seem lifeless.

Sebastian quickly regained his composure. "Are you the owner?"

"That's right. Are you here to pawn something?" the old man asked.

"No. I'm here to buy something." Sebastian unfurled a piece of paper. "I'm looking for this amulet."

The old man glanced over at it. "I'm sorry, we don't have it here."

"I came because I was well-informed. Why are you withholding information during a deal?"

"Fine, I'll tell you the truth, then. We do have the amulet, but a customer pawned it. He's going to return in a few days to redeem it, so I can't sell it to you," the old man politely refused.

"Could you tell me who pawned it? Or could you contact him and let him know that I'm willing to buy it at a high price?"

The old man shook his head with a smile. "I'm sorry. This is confidential information."

Sebastian was disappointed, but he had no choice but

old man didn't seem like an easy target. He might even have people assisting him. Acting recklessly was going to get Sebastian in trouble. However, now that the amulet

please wait." The old

toward

a pair. Could it be that you've seen

haven't." Sebastian shook

truth. If you haven't, how did you get the image of the amulet?" the

saw it in a book. I've never

have a look and compare it

a look, but I really don't have

if I insist?" The old

it. Take it or leave it." Sebastian's tone turned cold once he noticed the

let me have

in front of him in a split second. He grabbed his

He reached for the old man's wrist, striking him in the head with his

a punch. The wind gushed past

in the air upon the fierce collision of their fists. An

leaving palpable footprints as he forcefully retreated. It took around five to six steps for him to steady himself. Feeling his

old man didn't gain any advantage, either. He also stumbled

is remarkable. Given time, perhaps no one