"Sir, I have a question."
Just as Morin was about to completely leave with Fox, Eyre, despite his fear, asked out of curiosity, "Are you" really a killer?"
Why would a killer not kill me, but instead kill the assassin who came to kill me, and only ask me to lower the price of my drugs in the end?
Would a person like this really be a killer?
Morin had clearly decided to spare him, so Eyre was curious and brave enough to ask this question.
"Right now, I am a killer."
Morin stopped. The pale moonlight from outside shone on him, making him look like a celestial being.
"But I am in the dark, and my heart is toward the light."
"I want to restore a bright order to this world, a world shrouded in darkness where order is on the verge of collapsing."
"In the near future, you can call me, a Templar!"
With that, Morin quickly left with Fox, his pace a little faster than usual.
For no other reason than.
"It was so embarrassing"
Morin had the urge to turn around and silence Eyre.
He wasn't being a pretentious teenager just now. He was just practicing a speech that a Templar might have to give in the future.
The result was great. As expected, Morin got a serious case of secondhand embarrassment"
"I still need to gradually overcome this," Morin thought.
"Right now, there's only one audience member, but later on, there will be"
"A Templar" bringing order"" Eyre murmured. After a while, he made a decision.
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Inside the abandoned factory that was being used as a training base, wails and groans could be heard.
"Ah! Are you serious?!"
"How could you be so ruthless?!"
"Are you even my father?!"
Wesley was bruised and beaten by Carlos. Some parts of him seemed to have been cut by a sharp object and were bleeding.
Before, when Carlos said they could start training, Wesley was looking forward to what methods Carlos would use to train him, and whether he could get his hands on a gun or not.
Even though guns were not prohibited in the United States, Wesley didn't have the spare money to buy a gun or go to a shooting range.
After he asked Carlos
Carlos said the word "beat you up" while wrapping bandages around his fists. Then, he threw a punch, and Wesley was dazed.
After that, knives, brass knuckles" all the weapons Carlos had taken out before, except for guns and those that could cause a serious injury, were used on Wesley!
It was no wonder that Wesley was in such a terrible state and was asking Carlos if he was really his father.
Carlos ignored him and continued to hit him.
Wesley couldn't take it anymore.
Carlos hadn't tied him up when he was hitting him.
Before, Wesley thought it was his own problem, and coupled with Carlos's identity, he didn't dare to fight back and just took the beating.
Now, he had been beaten to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. In a burst of anger, he entered his assassin bloodline mode and threw a punch at Carlos's face!
Carlos was caught off guard and was hit directly.
Feeling the sharp pain on his face, he was stunned for two seconds before he finally reacted and looked at
Wesley.
How dare you play dirty and hit me without saying anything!
How dare you hit your dad!
Young man, you should reflect on your actions" No, I'm going to teach you a good lesson right now!
Carlos no longer held back and threw another punch. This time, Wesley was knocked to the ground with a single punch and didn't get up for a while.
"Ah!!!" Wesley lunged at Carlos, tackling him to the ground, and raised his fists, venting his years of resentment.
Carlos was also fighting in a rage.
It's right for a father to hit his son. How dare you hit back?
So, the two of them fought.
After a while
When Morin returned, holding Fox, he saw this scene"
Wesley was lying on the ground like a dead fish, his face covered in blood and barely breathing.
Carlos, with a bruised and swollen face, stood nearby, his hands on his hips, panting. "Shit, I almost didn't win!"
Morin: """
What's going on here?
I didn't recruit a father and son, I recruited a pair of enemies!
"Ahem!" Morin cleared his throat, walked over with Fox.
"What happened?"
"As you can see," Carlos said. "He dared to fight back!"
"I mean, how did you two start fighting"" Morin looked at them, speechless. "Is this your way of bonding with your
son?"
"No. I was going to start his training, so I had to beat him up first, then give him a cell repair fluid bath to build up his tolerance and purify his body of toxic substances," Carlos said.
"Right, do you have any cell repair fluid?"
""," Morin was silent for a moment.
"Can I say that all I know is that such a thing exists, but the formula for it has long been lost?"
Carlos: "???"
"I thought you had some!" Carlos looked completely dazed. He winced when he touched the wound on his face.
"Isn't this supposed to be a training base? Without that, how do you plan to train him?"
"I thought you had some, so I didn't ask," Morin said innocently.
"Fuck!" Carlos cursed.
"I have some in my luggage, but it's only enough for two uses" Who are you holding? Fox? Did you catch her?"
"As you can see," Morin threw Fox onto the ground nearby, as if he were throwing a tattered sack.
"I originally wanted to have a good talk with her, but her level of acceptance for this matter seems to be a little low."
"Fox, the Fox. She has a purer faith than I do," Carlos said.
Seeing this, Carlos's mouth twitched, and he winced in pain again before reacting and walking over to a bag. He pulled out a large bag of white powder. "I don't think she'll join the Templars."
"I'm not forcing her to. All I need is her help to take down the Fraternity of Assassins. After that, she can choose whatever she wants," Morin said, uncaring.
"Then why should we?" Carlos asked indignantly.
"If you'te really planning on making a living in this world with your son like this, then I have no objections," Morin smiled frankly.
"I never like to force people, but Carlos, are you going to do that?"
"No!" Carlos's face was dark. He found he couldn't refute Morin's words at all.
"So, I'm not forcing you. It's just that you need to join the Templars. Were in a mutually beneficial relationship, that's all," Morin raised an eyebrow and looked at the bag of white powder in Carlos's hand.
"Is that the material for the repair fluid?"
"Yes. You just need to soak this powder in water, and it's ready to use"" Carlos looked around, sighed, and asked directly, "Is there anything that can replace a bathtub?"
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