In Spider's luxurious mansion
Lev rushed to the car that was parked in front of the courtyard. He didn't forget to wear The Crown's coat as a symbol of his honor.
"Matt, Tom, look after Sir for a while! I will seek help as soon as possible!" Without waiting for Matt and Tom to answer, Lev already sped off to the car.
"Does this mean there won't be a sumptuous dinner?" whispered Tom somewhat disappointed. His short stature ushered Lev away with his gaze looking far ahead.
Matt slapped Tom in the face very hard. "You think this is a good time to think about dinner? Sir is dying. My son must be very sick right now." Matt's footsteps were very funny like a clown already filled Tom's ears.
"What? Sir is dying? Hey, wait, Matt!!!" Tom immediately ran with a span of feet twice the width of his usual. His short body made it difficult for him to move further.
"What do you mean? Sir is sick?" Tom was able to keep his pace with Matt's nimble footsteps.
