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 What this Ledesma is doing is confusing us, he suddenly kills his boss Abreu and says if we win the fight, he will take me to someone, and also, who is the master he is talking about?

　　Could it be that there's a big man above this Abreu? Judging from the fact that Ledesma killed Abreu without blinking an eye, it seems like there is indeed a tough guy behind him.

　　What's even more strange to me is, what is the origin of this group of black-clothed people? They don't seem to be very skilled, but they know Yin - related magic, and just now they used Yin - related magic to dispose of the corpse.

　　"Antonio, beat him, I want to see who he says he wants." I said.

　　This Ledesma completely piqued my curiosity, and since he was taking me to someone, I went along with it.

　　"Yes, Mr. Roger," Antonio said as he gripped the knife hard, then took a horse stance and half crouched as if he were a beast ready to strike.

　　Ledesma was also focused and radiated ruthlessness, the two daggers in her hands glinting with a cold light, their tops looking a little malign qi from the Abreu's blood.

　　Three seconds later, Antonio rushed out like a sharp arrow, as did Ledesma.

　　But Antonio struck faster, and only reacted when the knife was less than a few centimeters away from Ledesma, who could only stop sharply and lean back before stabbing both daggers into Antonio's stomach.

　　Antonio drew his blade back and slashed at the top of the daggers, Ledesma leaning back weakly as the daggers clanked off a handful.

　　It wasn't over yet, Antonio took the opportunity to kick Ledesma in the stomach, Ledesma let out a muffled grunt and the man immediately fell to the ground, he didn't stay for long, about two seconds or so the man got up, but by this time there was already a cold knife against his neck.

　　"That was fast ..." Ledesma conceded, dropping her dagger.

　　Anyone with eyes could see that Antonio hadn't beaten him by a whisker, and Ledesma himself knew that he'd lost convincingly.

　　"The master has orders to take you to him if you win." Ledesma said.

　　"Who is your master? Do I know him?" I asked.

　　Ledesma stood up and said I'll know when I go, no need to ask about the rest, and also, only I can go, no one else.

　　"What kind of shit is this, I have to go along, who knows what you guys are going to do to Mr. Roger?" Antonio was a little upset how he couldn't go even though he clearly won the fight.

　　I pondered for a moment, feeling that this Ledesma should be reliable, and even if there was a trap inside, I would have a way to get out of it.

　　"Antonio, you go back to the tattoo parlor with Stella and Harper, don't worry about me, I can do it on my own." I said.

　　Antonio tried to say something else, but finally swallowed it all and just told me two words, be careful!

　　"Ror, be careful." Stella said the same thing to me, and then the three of them walked out of the bar and back to the tattoo parlor, and with all that had happened, Harper stopped making a scene and obediently followed Stella's lead.

　　"Please!" Ledesma made a please gesture to me, and the black-clothed men behind me immediately made way.

　　I stepped out of the doorway, Ledesma and the man in black following, and a few seconds later a stretch black sedan stopped at the door and we all got in.

　　"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

　　Not only did Ledesma not say anything, she put a black cloth over my eyes and the next thing I knew I couldn't see anything, not even where the car was going.

　　It took about an hour or so for the car to stop, and Ledesma still wouldn't let me rip off the black cloth as he helped me out of the car and kept walking.

　　The path under my feet was not smooth, as if it were the same as a mountain road, and after walking some distance I was led into a room, for I heard the door open.

　　When I entered the house, the door suddenly slammed shut again, and by this time I could no longer feel anyone around me, I called out to Ledesma several times, no one answered me, and they all seemed to have gone away.

　　I pulled off the black cloth, then blinked, and when I regained my vision, I began to look around me.

　　It was a rather large room with dim lighting and the walls around it were full of paintings, but they were creepy.

　　I began to look closer, and realized that these were not paintings, but Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts!

 I knew every Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts, even some I had practiced countless times when I was just learning, and I recognized them instantly.

　　What the hell is this place? And who is this man who wants to see me? Is he one of the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts?

　　"Coming?" Suddenly, a low voice came from the other end of the room.

　　"Who are you?" With curiosity, I took a step toward the other end of the house.

　　At the far end of the room, there was a very large dragon chair with a man in a black robe who wore a skull mask so I couldn't see his face at all.

　　What caught my attention more than the man was the dragon chair.

　　The dragon on top of that dragon chair is black, which is not the same as the golden dragon that the ancient emperor sat on, the dragon on this chair looks evil.

　　Who the hell is this guy? What era is it? There's still someone sitting in the dragon chair, and what's he looking for me for?

　　"Yes, courageous, actually really dare to come here alone, worthy of being my son, haha." The black-robed man laughed out loud while saying that.

　　I froze, his son? Could it be that ...

　　"Who the hell are you?" I questioned aloud.

　　At this time, the black-robed man slowly unwrapped the skull mask, and a familiar face was immediately displayed in front of me.

　　I've never met my real dad, but I have pictures in my house, and I've seen this face a million times, and there's no way I'm going to forget it!

　　He was, really, my dad!

　　"I'm your father, Banega," the black-robed man said as he unfastened his skull mask.

　　I froze again, my body shaking with excitement and my eyes reddening a little, but I couldn't cry, wanting to go up to him and call him Dad, wanting to talk to him, wanting to ask him why he never came back to see me, wanting to ask him where the hell he'd been all these years.

　　But I didn't dare, I didn't dare to do anything, I didn't dare to ask anything, because Grandpa had said that if my parents came looking for me, I must find a way to kill them! It wasn't just Grandpa. Webster and Raul Master said the same thing.

　　"Heh ..." Seeing that I froze and didn't move, my dad suddenly sneered, and then put the skull mask back on.

　　"Sure enough, those guys gave you something to talk about! Especially that old guy Rhett." My dad cursed viciously.

　　"Rhett the old man? Why are you cursing grandpa?" I frowned, a little offended, maybe something happened between grandpa and dad, but after all, that's your dad too, isn't it a little ungrateful to scold him like that?

　　"Why? Did he tell you that if I came to you, he would kill me and burn the body?" My dad replied.

　　I was shocked, so he knew all about it, so whether I was going to kill him or not, I shouldn't have had a chance because he was already on guard.

　　Which I was in turn relieved that whatever heinous crime my dad had committed, it would be extremely painful for me to be the one to kill him!

　　"Grandpa he ..." I tried to explain something, but I didn't know how, because I still don't know why Grandpa wanted me to handily kill my own biological parents.

　　"Don't call him grandpa, Rhett he's not even your real grandpa." Suddenly, my dad spat out a shocking statement.