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."

then. Goodbye." Sebastian was disappointed, but he had no choice

had thought about obtaining it by force, but the 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,

wait." The old man

turned toward

a pair. Could it be that you've

Sebastian

you're reluctant to tell the truth. If you haven't, how did you get the image of the

I've

look and compare it with the other piece. I was wondering whether there's

to let you have a look,

I insist?" The old man

don't have it. Take it or leave it." Sebastian's tone turned cold once he noticed the old man's

case, let

old man suddenly lunged at Sebastian, appearing right in front of him in a split second. He

the old man's wrist, striking him in the head

retaliating quickly with a punch. The wind

upon the fierce collision of their fists. An immense shockwave erupted between

five to six steps for him to steady himself. Feeling his energy and blood churn

the old man didn't gain any

is remarkable. Given time, perhaps no one will be your match." The old