The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Jacob was totally indifferent to Nicholas' greetings. So, Franklin took a step forward and did a fist pump too. He then replied, "You're welcome. My surname is Lynch, and my given name is Franklin. This is my son, Jacob."

Franklin Lynch and Jacob Lynch?

Which famous martial artist in Paramount has the surname of Lynch? Nicholas was thinking hard to himself.

Unable to recall even after thinking for a while, Nicholas' mouth tilted slightly. "Sorry, I guess I've been living under a rock."

"No, don't say that!" Franklin was trying to be humble. "We are just ordinary people, of course Master Loewe couldn't recognize us."

Ordinary people?

Anyone who heard what he just said must be thinking that he was kidding.

If Jacob is an ordinary person, then we will all be worthless ants and insects.

"Dad, what are we here for?" Nicholas seemed to be embarrassed to ask, so Jacob simply spoke for him.

"Ah, right. Look at me, always forgetting things when I start talking." He patted his forehead while laughing at himself.

After a while, Franklin gave Nathan, who was walking slowly towards them a grateful nod. "Today, we are here to thank Master Roman for saving my life. We got you a little gift. I hope you don't mind."

Thanks for saving their lives?

Nicholas turned to look at Nathan. "Master Roman, why haven't I heard from you before?"

With the help of Steph, Nathan waved his hand with a wry smile. "It's just a small matter, so I didn't bother to tell Master Loewe. Besides..."

He first glanced at Jacob with a sullen expression. Then, he looked at Franklin and shook his head. "Mr. Lynch, I have told you the other day. It was just a coincidence. I believe that all other martial arts masters would have taken the same action to rescue you."

"Anyway, it was you, Master Roman, who had helped us to subdue those evil people."

Franklin nodded and then said apologetically. "Actually, I should have came earlier, but I have plenty of things to deal with. So, please forgive me."

"Mr. Lynch, don't mention it...cough...cough!" Nathan's face turned pale as he coughed.

Judging by the look on Nathan's face, Franklin finally realized that the two young men standing behind Jacob were his subordinates.

He had gotten used to random men appearing out of nowhere after his son, who had been away for six years, returned home. He no longer felt shocked or appalled.