Chapter 904


    At first nce, Arabe was taken aback by the profusion of flowers and nts outside. It was nothing


    short of a charming little garden.


    "I feel terrible for making you travel all this way. Would you like some water? Oh, I also bought some


    bagels from the supermarket. Let me get them for you.” The elderly man rose shakily.


    "No need to trouble yourself.“ Arabe picked up the ss and immediately detected the faint scent of


    chamomile.


    She looked up at the man''s retreating figure, bending down to retrieve the bagels from the bag, a task


    that seemed to require some effort. "I buy these bagels often. They have a decent taste."


    He shuffled back towards Arabe, extending the bagels towards her with a warm smile. "Try them."


    Ignoring the water, Arabe set down the ss and responded with a smile, “Chamomile and opium


    poppy, is this how you typically wee guests, Grandpa Arno?"


    The old man was surprised that she had identified the scents. Moreover, the woman''s clear and bright


    eyes showed no fear of her current situation, a testament to her strong psychological quality.


    “What are you talking about?" Arno feigned ignorance.


    "Besides these two, you also have incense burning."


    "Hahahaha." The elderly man put down the bagels,ughing heartily. "When did you notice?"


    “At the door,’ Arabe replied calmly. "You mentioned that you''ve been gardening for decades and


    often do household chores, yet your hands don''t seem like they''ve seen much work."


    So, Arabe hadn''t offered to help him with his groceries and deliberately followed him inside the


    house, curious to see his next move.


    "When you entered the house and put down your things, you acted tired and leaned on the side table.


    At which point you switched on the incense burner?"


    The elderly man seemed even more intrigued. "And then?"


    “And then, when you went to pour the water, you first fetched an empty ss, filled it with water, and


    dawdled beforeing out. By then, you had already spiked the drink, right?"


    The old man''s smile grew even more benevolent. “Since you knew something was off, why did you


    dare to enter alone? You''re quite bold."


    “If I didn''te in, wouldn''t I have missed the show?"


    “Hahaha. You''re a remarkable youngdy. Why not join me? I could use an apprentice like you."


    “So, what do you do for a living?"


    “With your intelligence, you must have some idea?" The old man suddenly made a move, swiftly and


    not at all like a man in his seventies.


    Arabe retaliated, and a fight broke out in the living room.


    After a few exchanges, the old man asked, "What is your rtionship with the leader of the Triangr


    Zone''s Mafia me?"


    He looked at her warily and suspiciously.


    Arabe raised an eyebrow, "You know him?"


    “Answer my question first.’ The old man scrutinized the woman in front of him. Aside from her long hair,


    which he hadn''t seen before, her physique, posture, and even her moves were strikingly simr to the


    Mafia me''s leader...


    But wasn''t the Mafia me''s leader a man?


    Could this young woman be his lover?


    Or perhaps his direct disciple?


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    Who was this young woman exactly?


    Did the Mafia me send her to meddle in his affairs?