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.

if he had been through a lot and could see

would feel naked in front of

feeling made Sean

he wanted to turn away

last name

cross–legged, the monk stared

a monk like you casually

before snapping

not asked the monk to tell

a lunatic tell

what is your

monk looked at Sean

have to do

Zander snapped again.

and felt he was not making

name

two seconds before

your last name isn’t Lennon.

monk shook his head slightly

last name

Sean’s brow furrowed slightly.

name

to give in and

think you’re looking

the

monk stopped talking and made

perhaps I was

eyes and meditated

frowned and prepared to leave without arguing

glanced at the monk

them took the incident too

thought they had run into a

pasta restaurant at

small

past lunchtime, so

his 20s had one hand on a crutch

leg on the ground while the other pant leg was empty

determined look, and he moved

“Boss, is there food?”

walked straight

will

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