Chapitre 296: Immortality

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The sound of a doorbell rang the next morning, as Carlson, with his silver hair waving in the wind, walked back into the restaurant with a fur coat.

The storm had ramped up the night before, blowing up a freezing atmosphere that left residuals of cold even now.

"Hey, what's up?" Rubbing his hands together, Carlson walked casually to a table and took his seat before signaling to the two men who accompanied him to create space.

He had woken up to a message on his window written with the insignia of the faceless mercenary company not long ago, so he immediately rushed over.

Leon wanted to see him, and it was apparently important.

"Nothing much." Leon sipped a hot beverage while looking at the waitress behind the counter out of the corner of his eye.

She was eavesdropping on their conversation.