Sir Ares, Goodnight

As he got closer to the door, he heard the bodyguard losing control of his emotions as he shrieked. "I'm telling you that my young master was murdered! Why don't you believe me?"

"Because there's no other evidence of your room being broken into. There are no other marks or evidence on your young master's body either. So your accusations are not based on anything at all. How are we supposed to believe you?"

"I saw it myself. I even fought him for a while," the bodyguard explained, "He's a thief, and he stole something precious from my young master."

"What precious thing did he steal?"

A glimmer of light flashed across the bodyguard's eyes as if he realized that he had said something he should not have. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Jay knew it. That thief did not come to take that young master's life. He came here for a treasure.

He instinctively put his hand on the left side of his chest. The token that his mother gave him should be in the inner pocket of his shirt.

As Jay felt around, color slowly drained from his face.

That token was gone.

inside Jay's heart. He slowly pieced everything together. When was the

moment when they got off the plane. That

under Jay's eyes as he clenched his fists tightly. He said to himself, "You'd better

corpse out of the room. The bodyguard stopped them and said, "Where are you bringing him to? He can't go anywhere else.

disease. We have to get him away so that we

so furious that the veins on his forehead surfaced. "No. I won't let you take

like a flock of startled birds when they heard about the

stood at the door alone. When he saw the bodyguard stopping those people from

was loyal

that his threats had little effect on them, so he did something drastic. He knocked the doctors to the ground like a maniac and carried his young master's corpse on his back. When he was about to rush

the floor and thumped his fists on

It's all

unconsciously walked forward, and the bodyguard raised his head. He saw Jay and they locked eyes. All of a sudden,

of his pants and said to him, "Sir, we met before last night. It was fate that made us cross paths. Can you

expressionlessly looked at the corpse that lay at his feet. It did not look too terrifying, probably because the man had just died.