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"Butler Dar, this..."
Mondy. Kate instinctively turned his head to look at the old butler.
The old butler, however, smiled and nodded, pointing inside. Kael stepped aside to let Mondy. Kate get a clear view of the interior.
His father was sitting there, a smile on his face.
Across from him sat three old men.
One with a long sword, his features lean.
One with a round face, his figure portly.
One with a scar on his face, his build burly.
Mondy. Kate didn't recognize the one with the long sword nor the one with the round face, but he recognized the scarred elder, having cooperated with him several times.
The President of the Bounty Hunters' Association of Ang City, Dibala.
The man was quick-tempered, almost unreasonable, and his formidable strength had left a deep impression on him.
A car hoisted above the head, smashed towards the enemy—that image Mondy. Kate could still recognize to this date.
His father actually knew this person?
