Chapter 1193

Zander was in front as he heard Sean’s mutter, but he did not inquire.

Zander did not speak until Sean pulled himself together and picked up his pace.

“Commander, there’s a fortune teller here.

“Why don’t we have our fortunes told?”

Carried away by a whim, Zander suddenly pointed to one of the stalls and said.

The man sitting in that booth was a monk and not a shaman.

He sat cross–legged silently with his eyes narrowed slightly while others shouted to attract business. “What fortune?”

Sean glanced and withdrew his gaze.

“Let’s see if our trip will be a success.

“And whether we can get our revenge.”

Zander asked somewhat expectantly, rubbing his hands together.

However, Sean shook his head slightly in disdain.

“I never believed in such things.

“We control our destiny.”

Zander immediately dismissed his idea as soon as Sean said that.

“Please stay, sir.”

Sean did not want to have his fortune told, but the monk stopped Sean when they passed by him.

Both Zander and Sean stopped and looked around.

The monk was indeed calling Sean!

Sean slowly turned his head and looked at the monk without speaking.

The monk slowly opened his narrowed eyes and stared at Sean carefully.

It was not until this moment that Sean realized how deep the monk’s eyes were.

he had been through a lot and could see

feel naked

made Sean

he wanted to turn away

name

cross–legged, the monk stared

can a monk like you

before snapping with a

not asked the

could a lunatic tell

what is your name,

monk looked at Sean and asked

does it have to do

Zander snapped again.

monk’s eyes and felt he was not making

name is

was silent for two seconds before telling

last name isn’t Lennon.

monk shook his head slightly

name

Sean’s brow furrowed slightly.

last name is Lupin,

to give in and spoke

you’re looking for

glared at the monk

and made eye contact

perhaps I

and meditated again after saying that.

frowned and prepared to leave without

also glanced at the monk before

of them took the

had run into

small pasta restaurant at the

small

it was past lunchtime, so there were few

a crutch while the other was holding a mop

on the ground while the other pant leg was empty

crippled but had a determined look,

“Boss, is there food?”

a burly man walked straight into

will take

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