Sir Ares, Goodnight

"What?" Grand Old Master Yorks stood up abruptly.

However, when he noticed Baby Robbie sitting calmly on the couch, he realized that he, an old man, was not even remotely as calm and unruffled as a child.

Hence, he forced himself to sit back down again.

"Do you have an antidote for the poison, Baby Robbie?" Grand Old Master Yorks asked.

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Grand Old Master Yorks looked dumbfoundedly at him. "Why aren't you anxious at all, then?"

Baby Robbie chuckled. "That's your son, not mine. Of course, I can't feel the same pain as you when you lose your son."

Grand Old Master Yorks was dumbfounded once more. He stood up and rushed to the back courtyard this time.

Jordan and Baby Robbie were the only ones left in the living room. They both stared at each other.

knew that Baby Robbie was once a Rank 5s secret agent in the military intelligence division and could retreat completely amid hails of bullets in crisis. He was certainly not a pure and innocent child as the facade he

stared at the clock on the wall, stretched out five

rushed in in a flurry and asked Baby Robbie, "Why are there two Sandras? There's one in both the front and back courtyards. Which one is real and which

to me the combat skills of both Sandras?"

one in the front courtyard is Nephele and the

Yorks was astounded. "How do you

was merely idle theorizing and not the least bit convincing because

"It's

Old Master Yorks

Answer me properly."

arts or are weak in martial arts would use external means

to a sudden realization. "Yes, Sandra isn't

be good at it, but her skills have probably been neglected after she entered Yorks Stronghold

Master Yorks said, and the servants could hardly contain

can you please show me some respect and