"Your mother's problem has been solved. Should we go and solve your father's problem next?"
Matthew was locked in Beau's line of sight. Suddenly, he felt as if his class teacher was staring at him.
He couldn't help but stand up straight and answered seriously, "I've sent someone to investigate my father. There seems to be something wrong with the people he has recently contacted."
"What's the problem?"
"There seems to be many foreigners among the people he's been in touch with recently."
Beau was stunned. "Are you sure?"
Matthew nodded and said with certainty, "And those people's temperaments are different from that of ordinary people, a little bit like..."
"A mercenary." Beau interrupted Matthew.
Matthew's eyes lit up. "Yes! They look like Elias and his comrades-in-arms!"
Beau pursed his thin lips and sneered.
"What's wrong?" Matthew was confused.
