"Boss, tomorrow's the day you agreed to go to the Garcia Clan three months ago, are you really going?"
On their route back from the Martial Arts Performance Field, a plump young boy asked the teenager next to him with a serious expression.
The teenager smiled faintly, "Of course, I am."
In his past life of over twenty years, he had always been a man of his word. He never had a habit of taking back what he'd said.
That was also his rule of dealing with affairs.
If that changed, then he wouldn't be the Wyatt who once shook the world.
The chubby boy fell silent, and after a moment, asked again, "Boss, are you confident about this?"
The teenager shrugged, a smile playing on his lips, "Do you want the truth or a lie?"
"The truth, of course!"
The chubby boy said earnestly.
"I'm not absolutely confident."
The teenager's eyes flickered as he gently shook his head.
