Hank said lightly, "What are you doing here today?"
Lionel replied obediently, "My father asked me to pay you a visit."
"I accept it." Hank seemed to be too lazy to look at him. "If you continue to be like this, you can go back to inherit your family business."
Lionel opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but when he looked at Hank's face, he finally shut up and nodded in agreement.
Hank sat down on the sofa and looked at him with his long and narrow eyes. "Do you have anything else to do?"
Lionel whispered, "There will be a car race tonight..."
Hank said, "What does it have to do with me?"
Lionel frowned. "Well, haven't you said that you're getting better recently? But my evil associates don't believe it. I was so angry that I said that you're going to watch the car race tonight..."
Hank said calmly, "I haven't been to that kind of place for a long time."
The young boy said sadly, "Master Hank, why don't you go there? If you don't go, those dogs will laugh at me. How can I live in Jena City in the future?"
"Then let's go back to your hometown." Hank, the dog man, said very unkindly and coldly, "Are you done talking? If you are, get out of here."
Although Lionel was also afraid of him, he was prideful at this age. He immediately threw in all caution. "I beg you... If I go back now, my father will definitely break my legs..."
Hank was too lazy to pay attention to him. He sat on the sofa in a reserved and indifferent manner, and the word "escorting guests" was almost written on his face.
Sara rolled her eyes and suddenly said. "If you don't want to go, it's okay. I'll take this little sister with me. If I don't invite you, I'll have a beautiful sister, right?"
Almost in an instant, there was a trace of gloom in Hank's eyes.
In fact, in such a circle, it was not a rare thing to exchange female companions. The little love was just to relieve boredom and would not have real feelings. Although he had never participated in it, he had seen it many times. This was the first time that he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
Lionel did not notice the subtle emotional change of Master Hank at all. He winked at Sara and said, "Little sister, are you willing to go with me to play?"
Sara was startled. He stepped back and grabbed the pillow on the sofa, like a frightened little mouse. "No, I'm not going."
Seeing her like this, Hank's mood was a little better. He said coldly, "Did you hear that? Get lost."
"No..." Lionel began to play bad without saying a word. "Please, Master Hank... You can go there... You don't need to see my friends. Those people will not dare to say a word as long as they know that you are there!"
Hank suddenly thought of something. He glanced at Sara and said, "Do you want to watch racing?"
Sara had not seen it before, so he was a little curious. Hank asked her and thought that she wanted to go, so he nodded his head.
Hank thought that it was good for the little child to take her out to play, and he didn't know what he was doing. So he glanced at Lionel and said, "I agree. You can get out of here."
Lionel was so happy that he almost kissed Sara, but he didn't dare to do so under the cold gaze of Hank. He went out happily.
Hank looked at the man with a scar on his face and said, "White Wolf, protect him."
The man nodded and followed him out.
Sara whispered, "Who is he?"
"You mean Lionel?" Hank picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea. He said lightly, "Have you ever heard of Aurora Island?"
Sara nodded. "I've heard about it,"
As long as it was an island, anyone would definitely have heard of it. After all, it was a special area independent of Country and not belong to any country. It was a large island, very close to Country. It was a famous black area in the world.
Sara didn't know much about it, but he knew that this place was very powerful. No matter which country it was, it wanted to take it for its own use. But for so many years, Aurora Island was still an independent regime.
"Lionel is the youngest son of island owner Aurora Island." Hank said casually, as if to say that the weather was very good today. "Because rotten wood can't be carved. His father threw it into the army for training and it is under my jurisdiction."
Sara was stunned and asked, "Is Lionel the next island owner?"
"He is the only son in his father's family." The implication of his words was that he was sure.
Sara was dizzy. She didn't expect that the little boy had such a strong background. If the president's son saw him, he must show his goodwill...
At this time, Aunt Dovlin came back with a lot of bags. Sara immediately left Sara behind and took over the dog who had just taken the drug from Aunt Dovlin's arms.
Because the drug had been injected, the drug effect had not yet passed. The dog looked bashful, but it still giggled and rubbed its furry dog head against Sara's slender and snow-white neck.
Sara was tickled and laughed. "All right, all right. You go to sleep first. I'll pack up your things."
Then he put the dog on the sofa for the time being. At once, the little puppy and Hank looked at each other through a tea table.
The little puppy howled fiercely, and Hank sneered. He stood up, and his figure immediately shrouded in a mass of furry hair. "You?"
"Woo, woo, woo! Woof, woo!" The little puppy didn't show any weakness at all.
Hank scornfully said, "I'll wait for you for a few more years. Now you'll waste your fuel even if you stew it."
After that, he followed Sara to see her open the post.
Sara held a sharp fruit knife in his hand, which was shining in the light. Hank narrowed his cold eyes and was afraid that she would hurt him. He grabbed her hand from behind and said, "I'll do it."
The man's voice was hoarse, like a furry worm crawling into the ears, making people feel uncomfortable. Sara got goose bumps on his back and tried to calm down, "Okay, but Master Hank, you pinch too hard, I can't let you go..."
Hank pushed the little girl against the wall. She was too short. Standing beside him nearly 1.9 meters tall, she was right in front of him. He lowered his head with malicious intent. There was a hint of a smile on his handsome and evil face. "Little friend, why are you so weak?"
Sara's back was against the cold wall. The wrist holding the fruit knife was grabbed by the man on the wall. The cold blade reflected the man's sharp eye tail, which made her heart beat faster. She didn't know how to face it. She could only look at Hank blankly and whispered, "It's because you are too strong."
"Uncle, you didn't put forth your strength." Hank said ambiguously, "If you put forth your strength, you will cry in pain."
Sara: "..." I suspect what you are saying, but I don't have any evidence.
Aunt Dovlin, who was not far away, was speechless. "..." I didn't understand the young man's world.