Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 472

Lucy did not even bother to look at him. She merely took out ten bucks from her wallet and threw it on the ground. "Well, since we've been together for a few years now, why don't you take this and get some beer to drink? Giving you this money won't make me look that heartless, right? Haha!"

She then turned around without looking back at him and walked over to take Cain's arm as they entered the restaurant.

"I'm not a beggar, Lucy!" Easton gritted his teeth and said as he looked at the humiliating paper bill on the ground. He picked it up, tore it into several pieces, and walked to the side of the road. When he walked up to a bench by the roadside, he lay down on it as tears dripped uncontrollably down his face.

Unbeknownst to him, an old man happened to be passing by at that moment. The old man had white hair and a white beard, and he wore a strange long gown that seemed a little out of place with the fashion in the city.

He looked at Easton and could not help but frown. "Tsk, tsk. Do you offend someone, young man? You look miserable."

"That's none of your business!" Easton lashed out in a fit of anger.

The old man placed his hand on Easton's head for a brief moment and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad. You have talent in achieving attainment. What a rare gem!" The old man then could not help but smile and say, "A part of you has been rendered useless, but I have medicine here that can restore your manhood to its former glory."

"You...you can tell that there's an issue with my body?" When Easton heard that, he sat up instantly and said with a surprised look. "Give me that medicine!"

However, the old man smiled and said, "I can't possibly hand over such treasure on a whim. I happen to be passing by Brookbourn, and I'll give you that medicine if you agree to be my apprentice and train with me deep in the mountains. You'll be taught all the skills in the world so that you may one day achieve whatever it is you want. How does that sound?"

Easton frowned when he heard that. "Do I...do I really have talent?"

The old man nodded. "But of course! How can my judgment be wrong?"

Easton thought for a moment, and a faint glimmer of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes as he pointed to the restaurant and said, "Becoming your apprentice and training with you in the mountains doesn't sound like that bad an idea, but you need to prove your strength and kill that fat man in the restaurant!"

"Killing him is as easy as lifting a finger," the old man said with a smile. "But are you sure you don't want to kill him with your own hands and make them regret having offended you?"