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.

"No," Baby Robbie answered. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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.

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

Robbie stared at the clock on the wall, stretched out five

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

isn't. Why don't you explain to me the combat skills of both Sandras?"

"The one in the front courtyard

Master Yorks was astounded.

merely idle theorizing and not the least bit convincing because he was

Robbie answered, "It's just

Yorks was speechless.

Answer me properly."

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

Yorks

Yorks looked extremely awkward. "Robbie, can you please show me some respect and not pull the rug