For some reason, every time he saw the little buddy, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.
Seeing him, he always felt like they must have met before.
But he couldn't recall ever encountering such a mischievous child.
If they had really met before, he wouldn't forget.
"Hello, uncle, you've got the wrong person. Goodbye, uncle!" Little buddy's little head jerked, immediately recalling yesterday's incident where he punctured the wild man's car tires using a nailboard, and turned to run away.
He had been wearing a mask yesterday, and thus could have denied it to death...
Just as his soft little body took its first step, his collar was grabbed.
Chester Yale easily lifted the little fellow in front of him, walked straight to his car, threw him into the backseat, and shut the car door.
The corner of his mouth curved up, pointing to the driver in the driver's seat.
