Sir Ares, Goodnight

Baby Robbie,

Carson was immensely impressed by Baby Robbie." Not bad. You're really good. It's better than how we interrogate our prisoners. What we're doing is cruel torture, and we often take turns to do it. When we're done interrogating the prisoners, we would be worn out ourselves."

Cole glared at Carson. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that my techniques are terrible?"

Carson let out a wry smile and said against his conscience, "Ours aren't so bad either. Simple and rough."

Jenson stood up and swaggered away.

Baby Robbie patted Carson's head. "Learn." Then, he went off to chase after Jenson.

Cole looked dazedly at Baby Robbie and stroked his chin. "He has proven himself worthy to be the heir whom Grand Old Master Yorks selected."

When Jenson and Baby Robbie walked out the front door, Baby Robbie pulled Jenson back and pointed at the Refreshing Breeze signboard above their heads.

he had not done

"Why are you back?"

his sleeves and wiped the dust off the chair, saying to Baby

worthy to be taught. You have a bright future ahead of

alive and you're already thinking of changing masters? Are you

family's seal and swayed it before Cole's eyes,

to him, the disdainful aura he exuded

Jenson. "Do

head and pointed at the door, saying, "Uncle, your Refreshing Breeze signboard is not

it not fitting?" Cole

explained, "There's a sign on my father's toilet door, which also translates to refreshing breeze. If you think that's fine, then take it as though I never said

same name as my father's toilet. Looks like my father's thoughts are still more meticulous than yours, Uncle Cole." Baby Robbie left while laughing. Cole watched as the two little

overweening attitude and was so mad that his

-H me.

finally understand why you lost to Sir Ares, Young