The old man was dressed ordinarily, his hair that had turned gray was long and combed back, and even his beard was white, and he looked a little amiable on the surface.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were always on the man sitting on the other side of the parking space.

It was the man in a black trench coat who covered his face with a mask and a hat.

Because the interior of this car is very spacious, the seats are also set up in a C-square.

As soon as the man got into the car, he did not sit with them, but sat by the window himself, successfully keeping his distance from them.

From the moment he got into the car until now, the man has not said a word, and has been sitting in his place with his hands folded and his legs folded.

The black mask and hat managed to block his face.

In the car, there was no extra sound except for the sound of the little boy humming.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

The man who had been spinning the pen suddenly stopped the pen in his hand and slowly raised his eyes to look at the man sitting alone in the window of the car.

raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Big brother, how have you been outside in the past few years?" ”

After hearing this, the little boy and the old man turned their eyes to the man sitting by the car window.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The man in the black trench coat still didn't respond to his words.

Not even the slightest movement or reaction.

Once again, the atmosphere inside the car fell into silence and eeries.

The man with the pen in his hand didn't react at all when he saw that the man didn't continue to speak, but reluctantly closed his gaze.

Seeing this, the little boy's red eyes sitting next to the man narrowed with a slight smile.

Straight to the man's seat, he got closer, but he still kept a proper distance.

In the next second, the immature and soft Zhengtai's voice sounded in the car.

"Brother Thirteen, Xixi and everyone miss you very much!"

Suddenly, several of them kept their eyes on the man sitting by the car window.

I thought that men would be moved or reacted.

However, the reality is.

The man still didn't give them the slightest gesture or response.

At this time, the old man who had been looking at the man suddenly spoke: "He...... He ......"

Suddenly, the little boy and the man shifted their gaze from the man to the old man.

Man: "Grandpa, what's wrong?" What happened to him? ”

Boy: "Old man, you are a little numb and stammering." ”

The old man looked at the two of them and continued, "He...... He...... Appear...... He ......"

Listen up.

The man continued to turn the pen again, intending to listen quietly to what the old man had to say.

The little boy looked at the old man, and then at the man sitting by the window, and then slowly said: "Old man, since the thirteenth brother is back, he estimates that he will inherit the organization, so don't worry too much." ”

Old man: "He...... He...... Right now...... Now ......"

Hearing this, the man who was still spinning the pen suddenly stopped turning the pen, slowly raised his eyes to look at the old man sitting in front of them, and sighed softly: "Alas......"

"The eldest lord and grandfather are so good, how can they have this kind of normal stuttering during the day and at night."

After hearing this, the little boy couldn't help but sigh.

Old man: "Knot...... Knot...... Bar...... You ......"

"Knot...... Knot...... Bar...... You...... Piece...... Head! ”

Suddenly, the man and the boy looked at each other, and then sighed again.

The man continued to turn the pen.

The boy continued to shake his feet and hum in tune.

Old man: "He...... He...... He's ...... now. At...... Wear...... Wear...... Ear ...... Headphones too! ”

"You...... You...... Guys...... Two...... Bastard boy! ”

(End of chapter)