Lucien Goldstein hadn't said anything wrong and the old man didn't think much of it.
"Smith is back? He hadn't heard of that."
"He didn't go back to his hometown, did he?" Lucien Goldstein looked back at Altair Mo.
The two of them pondered on this. Maybe Bryce Smith was afraid of being found, so he didn't go back to his hometown and find other places to hide?
That could be possible.
"He didn't come back. I don't think he did, anyway. Frankly speaking, his house is right above mine. When I came this afternoon, I didn't see anyone at his house, and the yard was still closed," the man said. old man.
It seemed that Bryce Smith had not returned to his hometown.
"Thanks dude!" Lucien Goldstein thanked the old man.
"It's no big deal." The old man turned his eyes and looked at Altair Mo, hesitant.
As Altair Mo was about to leave, he noticed the old man's strange look. Lucien Goldstein saw it too.
"Old man, why are you looking at my friend like that?"
The old man touched his beard and his old eyes continued to look at Altair Mo's face. "They really do look the same! They really do look the same!"
The few women together began to look at each other and
they whispered:
"They really do look the same."
"They seem to have been carved from the same mold."
Hearing this, Altair Mo black pupils dilated suddenly and a ray of hope flashed in his eyes.
"Have you ever seen a boy this tall and he looks a lot like me?" Altair Mo reached out and gestured with his leg.
"Yes! There was a boy, yesterday..."
Altair Mo, who had just received news about Bun, headed towards the direction the old man was pointing. Before reaching the designated spot, Altair Mo saw Bun standing by the river as he passed by. Bun was fishing for shrimp, with his pants rolled up and his feet in the water. Due to the great distance and the obstruction of the riverside brush, Altair Mo could not see Bun clearly.
Bun stood in the water, which was not even knee-deep. There was a large stone in front of him. Through the crystal clear water, he saw shrimp surrounding the rock and creating a huge black mass.
Bun walked gently towards the rock.
"If you don't walk lightly, you'll scare the shrimp away," Jade Springfield said as she walked from behind a large tree, sickle in hand. The sickle was used to cut the thorny vines on the river bank.
"No! That woman wants to hurt Bun!" Lucien Goldstein wept nervously.
Before Lucien Goldstein's words trailed off, Altair Mo had already jumped.
Altair Mo ran towards Jade Springfield with a murderous look on her face. As Jade Springfield was preparing to put down her sickle and help Bun, the tips of her ears perked up as she heard movement behind her.
The opponent's speed was extremely fast. Before she could react, someone hand had landed on her shoulder, intending to take her hands behind her back,
Jade Springfield had guessed the intentions of her opponent and didn't give them a chance. She freed her other hand and hit him with an elbow.
At first, she thought that she would hit the man behind her on his chest, dealing a heavy blow to the opponent. However, she did not expect the opponent to be a martial arts master and avoid her strong attack. The man also intended to try to clasp her hands behind her again.
Jade Springfield narrowed her eyes at him, spun around, and grabbed the man's arm.
This woman was not easy at all!
Altair Mo had practiced Sanda and karate since he was young and did not need a bodyguard due to his martial arts skills. But this girl was able to break free from his grasp and switch from passive to active movements.
Was she the hitman for Bryce Smith?
Just as Altair Mo was thinking about this, the girl suddenly raised her head. At that moment, her delicate and picturesque eyebrows made his movements stop