Even Eric could no longer stand listening to Sam talk while driving.
He pulled away one of Vincent's hands covering his ears. "Usually, people with such rich theoretical knowledge aren't much good in actual combat."
"Dad, I'm still a child."
"Bullshit. Kyle started sending you photo albums last year."
Vincent leaned back tactically. "When I'm rich and powerful someday, could those little witches and royal princesses really reject someone as outstanding as me?"
Eric was left speechless and could only raise a high thumbs-up.
"By the way, your grandfather got married at nineteen."
"Dad, are you hinting at something?"
"No."
After making Kenny and the others blush furiously, Sam invited them to Dawn Bar together.
"Director Graves will definitely be very happy to see you."
New York was the prototype for Gotham City.
Walking through its streets, one could see people of every skin color.
America was a nation of immigrants.
Freedom was its eternal theme.
Brooklyn was one of its finest examples.
Sam had a lighter-shaped Portkey.
It led directly to an alley in this district, less than two hundred meters from the underground location of Dawn Bar.
"Man, the purity seems off."
"Impossible, I got this stuff from Colombia!"
Two men with vastly different skin tones were trading certain special goods.
The one testing it spat on the ground. "If I say there's something wrong with it, then there's something wrong with it!"
The seller sneered. "Trying to rob me?"
In the blink of an eye, both of them pulled out pistols.
"Duang—" A person fell into the alley.
He shook his head and opened his mouth to retch.
"Who are you?!"
Just as the two guns were pointed at him, another person fell down.
"Dad, you're way too pathetic."
"Fuck, that felt worse than flying