Return Of The Prodigy
Return of the Prodigy Chapter 112

Adam could understand what Fannie was feeling at the moment.

The Swindlers' Guild put her in charge of Alameda County's branch despite her young age, so she had grown complacent. It was unfortunate that she ended up meeting someone like him.

So, Adam repeated seriously, "Mask, concealed weapon, voice, body technique."

Fannie widened her eyes in shock, "Really, really so many? Aren't you deceiving me?"

Do you think I have nothing better to do?

Adam glanced at her, explaining, "Firstly, the mask revealed your personality. Your subjective consciousness is too strong, your preferences and style are obvious. If it were someone who didn't know you, it would be fine. But anyone who has seen you or been in contact with you will immediately think of you." "Secondly, there's no need to talk about your figure and height, right?"

"The concealed weapon is clean and neat, without any silly distinctive marks. However, the shape of the concealed weapon and the forging technique all come from Swindlers' Guil."

"Then there's the voice. Although your ventriloquism is good, changing the thickness and pitch of your own voice, it is still not natural enough. When faced with the phrases you often say, it is still similar to your original voice."

"As for your moves, your gait was pretty much identical and-"

"Stop stop stop!"

Fannie covered her ears and hurriedly interrupted, adopting an ostrich-like posture of not listening, as if reciting scriptures and ignoring all outside noise.

This is too much of a blow. Does Black Snake Brigade just bully people like this?

Fannie's gem-like eyes shot flames as she glared at Adam. If her gaze could kill, she would have hacked Adam to death a hundred times by now.

Adam shrugged, changing the topic casually, "Have you found out why Joseph came to Lisle?"

Fannie replied irritably, "Why ask? You already know, he's here to help your rival."

Adam shook his head, "I don't believe someone like Daniel is worth Swindlers' Guil mobilizing."

Fannie said angrily, "What does he count as Swindlers' Guil? He can't even be considered a core disciple. Besides eating, drinking, and gambling, oh, he also likes to show off, just like you."

Adam raised an eyebrow, and his gaze turned ice-cold for a moment.

Fannie sat on the sofa, picked up a pillow and hugged it, staring back at him without any weakness. "Hmph!"

This girl...

Adam was helpless. He couldn't possibly lay hands on a little girl.

"Either you go ask, or I'll go ask. But if I find out that this is Swindlers' Guil' plan, I will make Swindlers' Guil disappear from Central Province."

Fannie jumped up from the sofa, shocked and annoyed, "Are you crazy? Even if you're a Black Snake Brigade's person, you can't be so overbearing, right? There are rules on the martial path, even if you're Black Snake Brigade, you can't arbitrarily destroy them." Adam's voice gradually became cold, "You understand quite a bit about Black Snake Brigade. However, what you understand is still not enough. In Black Snake Brigade, my words are the rules!"

Fannie suddenly became stunned. In this instant, she felt a powerful and terrifying aura from him.

"Within one day, I want answers."

"Also, stop thinking about probing me. Some secrets are not things you can uncover!"

Leaving these two sentences, Adam walked away.

Fannie stared blankly at Adam's departing figure, taking more than ten seconds to come back to her senses. She slammed the pillow she was holding onto the floor with a loud bang. "Hmph, what are you showing off for? So what if you're skilled in martial arts?"

"However, what did he mean by his last sentence? Is he telling me that the secrets of the Drakes are not something I can intervene in? Is he really a member of the Drakes?"

In an instant, Fannie widened her eyes!

...

Adam went upstairs to return to the presidential suite.

Entering the room, he saw Katie and Annie busy in the living room. There were scissors, wooden strips, brushes, canvases, ropes... around them.

Adam walked up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Annie, who was painting, raised his head and said sweetly, "Daddy, Mommy and I are making kites. Look, is the one I drew beautiful?"

Katie further explained, "Tomorrow is Annie's classmate's birthday, and Annie said she likes kites, so she wants to make one herself."

"Oh? Annie is amazing. I'll help too." Adam sat down.

Katie asked, "Are Renna and the others okay?"

"Don't worry, it's already resolved. No one will bother them again in the future."

Katie nodded, "That's good. They've had a tough time."

"By the way, Annie said that tomorrow her classmate's family is hosting a birthday banquet, inviting all classmates and parents to attend. Should we go?" "Sure, tomorrow is Sunday anyway."

After hesitating for two seconds, Katie worriedly said, "I heard from Annie that her classmate's family is very wealthy. I'm afraid that kind of occasion will..." "Don't worry, I'm here."

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At the same time.

Royal Club, inside a private room.

A man in his thirties sat on the sofa, holding a woman with his left hand and grabbing a lump of soft flesh with his right. In front of him, another woman was specially feeding him alcohol. Around him, there were seven or eight more women accompanying him, and on the floor were scattered bright red banknotes. The entire room was filled with a debauched atmosphere.

"What's going on with your manager? Didn't he say there are a pair of top-quality twins?"

"Where is he? Quickly call him, so damn slow for giving birth."

"With such a level of ability, I can't believe someone so incompetent wants to do business with Mr. Morales?" The subordinate quickly apologized with a smile and then took out her phone to call George.

After a while, the mom's expression changed drastically, and she threw the phone on the ground with a snap. The man frowned unhappily, "What's going on?"

The mom's face turned pale and said, "Mr. Bach, Mr. Bach has been taken away by Mr. Booker."

"What? Do you mean Paul Booker? You call him right away, let him come and see me within ten minutes."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Joseph entered the room in a wheelchair.

The man glanced at him disdainfully, sneering, "Trash!"

Joseph blushed with embarrassment and whispered, "Mr.Morales."