Sir Ares, Goodnight

The receptionist nurse at the desk noticed the little boy. He had a head of charming black hair and was dressed in a white T-shirt with an armor print on his chest, a pair of black track pants, and a black mask. The monochrome look of his getup made him look stylish, like something out of an artistic painting. The nurse fancied that he looked just like a little prince from a comic book.

'He's so freaking cute!'

"Who are you looking for, little one?" The nurse walked over and greeted him with a warm smile, her voice gentle.

"I'm looking for my-my daddy!" the little boy instinctively.

'Mommy said I should always be careful when I'm outside.

'Don't tell any strangers the truth, except for police officers, of course.'

The little guy looked up innocently at the nurse, "Miss, do you know where my father is?"

When the petite nurse observed the boy's face, with his big round eyes peeking from under his mask, she was awestruck with a sudden realization. 'Those eyes are exactly the same as the cold Mr. Ares's!' i

However, Mr. Ares always had that trademark serious look on his face. Even with the charming good looks he was gifted with, most people would not dare to approach him.

The little guy standing before her was the complete opposite. He looked soft and cuddly and his warm smile could melt snow. Frankly, he was rather irresistible.

"Oh, yes. Mr. Ares's office is on the ninth floor!" the nurse answered quickly without hesitation.

The little boy was a little displeased. Did he really look like this Mr. Ares's son? Or did he just have a common face?

The nurse's attitude took a 180-degree turn. She leaned over and asked courteously, "Shall I take you to his office?" i The boy quickly shook his head. "No."

'This nurse looks pretty but she doesn't seem very bright. If she follows me around, she might ruin my plan,' he thought.

At that moment, the elevator door opened and the boy swiftly hopped onto the elevator.

As he went up the floors, the tracker on his smartwatch told him that he was getting closer.

he arrived on the ninth floor, his current location

the positioning system and

big wooden door hung a

small boy pushed the door but it

copper fingerprint lock on the door and, with no better plan, tried to unlock it by placing his little finger on the scanner. To his surprise, he heard the fingerprint lock click and the door

figure of his mother tied to a table leg. Her hair was disheveled and her face was

crying?'

seen his mother

have done bad things to her to

the small boy, dropping his scooter and

voice, she lifted her teary face, and there he was. Her baby Robbie, standing right in front of her. To say that Rose was

Robbie really did have the

tore off his mask and his small,

I'll kill him." As he said that, he performed an elaborate and nimble roundhouse kick in the

fairly

had signed him up for Taekwondo classes to strengthen his rather frail and

the boy's natural talent. Two years later, Baby Robbie's bookshelves were

started to challenge the older groups and performed very

put his mask back on his face. "It's dangerous here," she

Robbie responded

sudden thought. "Wait," she said, "we have to find a

you." "That's easy. Leave

entire building's surveillance camera

the horizon. The area was renowned as the most valuable real estate paradise in the

bungalow villas were huge in themselves but

city's population-less than 0.5 percent of the citizens lived there. Of course, only the richest and the most powerful people could afford to live in that paradise that seemed to blend

his Lincoln into the underground garage. Swiftly and elegantly, he drifted into the parking spot, planting the

out of the car