Chapter 1271: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (14)

At the same time, Egypt.

After leaving the casino, Albert followed behind Mutt and made his way into the slums on the outskirts of Cairo.

But the slums? Could it be that Mutter's home is in this kind of slum? Albert's mind was full of doubts, but he didn't dare to ask. Maybe the slums are just a cover, and Mutter's home is a mansion with hidden secrets, who knows.

"It's here. The cat-man boy stopped in front of a small, dilapidated stone house. He took the key out of his sports bag and opened the tattered wooden door in front of the hut.

When he pushed the door in, Albert could barely believe his eyes. The house was as simple as it looked, with no mystery and no valuables.

There was only a bed, a wardrobe, a chair and a table, and a slightly shabby coarse woolen carpet. The wooden bed looked so old that Albert couldn't help but worry that it would collapse under his weight when he sat on it.

Mutt walked to the closet and took off his soaked pants and panties.

Aside from a tattered and rusty refrigerator, the only appliance in the house was the chandelier on the ceiling. It's dim and old, not a good light source, and it attracts all sorts of moths to sway around on the bulbs, causing the whole room to flicker in the shadow of the moths. The only benefit of poor lighting is that it makes the bare-ass cat-man teenager less awkward.

In short, this is an extremely poor and sour home. Mutter lived a subpar life of the poor, even worse than the vast majority of Egyptians.

"I really don't understand. Albert looked away from the tail of the cat man, and finally couldn't help but ask, "You're not a player of the Sandstorm Sphinx, Meow, Daddy Sphinx pays you a lot of money at the end of every game, so why are you still poor like this?" The cat man boy gave the tiger a blank look.

He casually picked up a cloth and wiped his crotch and dried his soaked lower body: "The game has to be won to have a bonus, and the Sphynx dad is rewarded by looking at the player's table, and the reward can't be too exaggerated, so that it won't be like you imagined, everyone will stuff hundreds of thousands of dollars per game." After getting it done, he changed into clean underwear and breathed a sigh of relief: "Moreover, I won't ask for a penny of the bonus given by my father." "What's that?!" Albert thought it was incredulous. Is there anyone in the world who can't even ask for money?

"My father is my benefactor, and he ransomed me from the last slave owner. The last slave owner was so bad to me that I was almost played to death by him. If it weren't for Daddy Sphinx who saved me, I wouldn't be standing in front of you and talking to you these things. Mutt's eyes flashed with a certain blind longing when he spoke of this, as if he were in awe of a god: "Therefore, no matter how much my father gives me a reward, I will not ask for it." I only need pocket money to make ends meet, and I can earn it back by working at the Grand Hotel in Cairo. The tiger frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

"So, Daddy Sphinx bought you back from the last slave owner with money. You're no longer a slave, but you're still working for Daddy Sphinx almost unpaid, intending to die?uh, do you need me to remind you how different your status is from a slave?""The difference is huge," Mutter glared at the tiger viciously, "I like to do this, Daddy Sphinx didn't whip me to force me to do anything I didn't want to do." I'm free, you know? The shackles and chains can't bind me anymore, the only thing that binds me is my love for Daddy Sphinx. I can do anything for him. Albert was silent for a while. He wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but because Mut was a subordinate of the Sphinx, the tiger never dared to ask: "So if the Sphinx wants you to kill people and set fires, and do some illegal deeds, you will do it without hesitation?" The cat man boy was also silent for a while, then he swallowed his spit and nodded, "Yes." Tiger frowned.

"But Daddy never asked me to do this kind of thing, he knew I wasn't suitable. My value is only shown on the football field. "What about the rest of the team?" Tiger asked, "They're going to help Daddy Sphyx kill people and set fires?" "Listen," Mutter looked at Albert with an unhappy expression, "You all say that Daddy Sphinx is the boss of the underworld and a bad guy who does all kinds of evil, but I know that he is actually a good guy." He never touched on the really hurtful things — like drug trafficking. Although always misunderstood, he is just a good old man who runs the casino quietly, nothing more. Albert still frowned, he knew that Mutter had been poisoned too deeply to be dissuaded: "If you think this is the truth, believe what you want to believe." But I'll advise you anyway. If you continue to follow the Sphinx like this, one day, you will lose your life. As if anticipating Albert's words, there was neither anger nor fear on Mutter's face, only a hint of sadness: "I know. That's my destiny. The cat-man boy packed some clean clothes from his closet to take away, stuffing his sports bag bulging. Because the sports bag really couldn't fit in, the last time he took out of the closet was a worn-out teddy bear puppet, and Mutt had to hold it with his hands.

"Poof. Albert sneered when he saw Mut holding the bear.

"Laugh if you want. The cat man boy touched the puppet's forehead: "I said I wouldn't take a reward from Sphinx Daddy, but this is an exception. We won the Super Cup that year, and Daddy gave me this teddy bear. You'd think it's stupid and naïve, but it's my treasure.

Albert was still sneering.

"To be honest, I'm a little envious of you. Mutt looked at the tiger faintly: "Daddy Sphinx never gets close to people, even Mr. Philios, who has the closest relationship with him, Daddy will always keep a distance from him. However, the Sphinx daddy, who has never been close to anyone, will smile at you, comfort you, and anxiously call the best therapist when you are unconscious. This qiē is incredible, grotesque enough for the sun to rise in the west. The smile on Albert's face vanished.

"So, I really want to know, who are you from Daddy?" The cat-man boy stared at the tiger-man youth intently: "Are you really his relative?" Only this question made Albert speechless and unable to answer. The same doubts, Albert did not ask himself in his heart.

In order to deceive Rosetta, the queen of jewels, the Sphinx falsely claimed that the Palamides father and son and Albert were his children and grandchildren. Now that he has achieved his goal and negotiated a business with Rosetta, then this lie has no meaning, right?

Unless, is the Sphinx really a blood relative of the Palamides father and son, or even Albert?

However, this is theoretically impossible, after all, the Sphinx was too far from Albert and even Palamedis at that age. And Albert obviously has only one father - the patriarch Robert of the Fierce Tooth Clan (Tiger Clan). Robert obviously couldn't have a lion man as his father (in fact, the Sphinx dad was still a lion's head), and he couldn't match the number.

So the Sphinx's caring feelings for Albert are really faked? And for what? Albert is obviously of no use to the Sphinx?

Oh no, Albert has some use value, which is to be the running back of the Sphinx. However, this still doesn't make sense, after all, the Sphinx dad only needs to hire Albert as a player normally, and there is no need to play the extra emotional card with interests.

So what the hell is Daddy Sphynx up to?

"Hey!" Mutt tugged at the corner of Albert's coat and pulled the tiger back from his contemplation, "Are you stunned? "Of course. The tiger whispered a perfunctory sentence, and tried not to touch the sore spot of the cat-man boy and reminded: "Remember to take a bath again when you go back." The cough on you, [the smell] hasn't gotten rid yet. "I know," said Mutter, embarrassed and annoyed, with a flush on his face, and pouting to himself, "I'm a dirty kitten peeing my pants, and you can humiliate me as much as you want." But I'm still your personal assistant, and from now on you'll have to follow my plans for rest, exercise, and nutrition according to what I've arranged!" "When am I going to be your slave?" Albert said sarcastically.

'If you want to be stronger, faster, better players, you have to listen to me. Mutter said unemotionally and took out a strange bottle from the fridge: "Now drink this protein drink." A lot of protein needs to be replenished after each strenuous workout so that the torn muscles can regenerate stronger. "Great, I'm just thirsty." The tiger drank the enigmatic drink without even thinking about it, but as soon as the drink reached his throat, he began to regret it. He tried to spit out the weird-smelling thing, but the cat-man boy pressed the bottom of the bottle with one hand, forcing Albert to drink the whole bottle.

"Wooh!" the tiger breathed a sigh of relief before he began to complain, "What the hell is this! It's like spoiled milk, and it tastes terrible!" but he couldn't read the dense Egyptian script written on the bottle.

"You're thinking too much, protein powder has always had this weird taste. A wonderful smile crossed the corners of Mutt's mouth, but he cleverly didn't let the other party notice: "That's also my last bottle of stock, there's nothing left here to take away, let's go back to the hotel." Albert was about to answer, when something flashing red flew in through the window.