Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1336

"The couple moved out last night." After saying those words, the young man was about to close the door.

Carson hurried forward and quickly stepped on the threshold with his foot to stop the young man from closing the door.

The young man’s gaze fell on Carson's feet, but he pretended not to see it and closed the door even harder.

Carson cried out in pain, "Argh!"

The young man pretended to look at him in shock, his dashing face looking as innocent as it could get.

Carson lifted his foot and rubbed it but could not bring himself to condemn this ’innocent-looking’ young man.

"Hey, do you know where the couple moved to?" Carson asked anxiously.

"Why are you looking for them?" A faint and cold aura emanated from the young man’s eyes.

Mommy and Daddy had intentionally hidden in this simple and crude apartment just so they could spend some time together alone, yet these annoying men just would not leave them alone. Well, they should not blame him for being rude, then.

"Uh..." Carson said, sounding embarrassed, "They're m y master's relatives. We’re paying them a special visit."

The young man shifted his gaze to Spencer. He seemed hale and hearty, and although the hair on his temples had turned white, he still looked refined and easy-going. He also had a pair of eagle eyes.

He bore a striking resemblance to Cole.

This was most probably his grand-uncle.

His thin lips curled into a mocking sneer. "I feel sorry for that couple. Even when both of them are already blind, there are still some Tom, Dick, and Harry knocking at their door to bother them. That's why they moved out in the middle of the night."

Carson looked very disappointed. "Ah, so they've moved out, huh? Where are we supposed to look for m y young master then?"

Spencer's sharp gaze fell on the young man’s forbidding face. The child's eyes were bright and sharp. It was clear that he was setting them up.

Spencer had gotten on in years, so if he was to compete with any young person in aerial footwork, then he would definitely do much worse. However, as he had gone through countless battles by now, he had gained enough confidence. He stared fixedly at Jenson without blinking his eyes, coping with all motions by remaining motionless.

Jenson could tell that he was being underestimated. H e had always followed Daddy's advice when it came to fighting-a battle of wits was far more effective than a battle of fists.

Jenson hopped off the beam suddenly and launched a fake move. Spencer thought he was about to punch, but to his surprise, Jenson crossed his arms and bore down at lightning speed. Then, holding the beam with his hands, he stood on top of Spencer’s shoulders.

He then launched the Thousand Pounder. Spencer let out a scornful smile. He had practiced martial arts for decades, and planting his feet firmly on the ground while holding his stance was just the basics.

Jenson's Thousand Pounder, however, was an improved version. His feet sank deeper. Spencer was just about to adjust his breathing to accommodate the weight on his shoulders when Jenson hooked his feet around his neck and slithered across his back like a snake. For a second, Spencer quickly switched his stance in consternation, thinking that Jenson was about to grab him by his balls.

However, this was also one of Jenson's false moves. Afraid that Jenson would grab him by his testicles and turn him into a laughing stock, his heart jumped i n shock, propelling him forward. Jenson, on the other hand, suddenly spun around and swept his feet across the ground, tripping Spencer effortlessly.

Spencer staggered almost imperceptibly. After all, he was a martial arts master, so even if he was at a disadvantage, he would make sure to hide it well.