He was in a good mood. As long as he could unclog all the meridians in his body, he could cultivate the fiend race's unique skills. He did not need to use other people's names to hide when he returned to his peak state.
"Young Master!"
At that moment, a servant cautiously walked to the door and called to him. "A guest has arrived downstairs. He said he is from the Shaolin Monastery."
He opened his eyes; there was a trace of cruelty in his eyes. Lennox had died in the Lambert Villa. He had guessed that the Shaolin Sect would send someone to investigate, but he did not expect them to come so soon.
"Bring them here," he said indifferently.
The servant responded, turned around, and went downstairs.
As soon as the servant left, Archfiend Antigonus stood up and lay on the sofa next to him, with a towel on his head, looking very weak.
He heard footsteps as soon as he was done. Then, a few servants led a few people up the stairs, and he noticed a tall monk in the front of the group. He had a square face and a set of dashing brows. He looked powerful.
He was Master Dusa, one of the Shaolin Monastery's four elders.
"Greetings."
Master Dusa put his palms together and said politely, "We're sorry to bother you, Mr. Lambert."
Archfiend Antigonus pretended to be flattered while sneering in his heart. "Oh, you are a master from the Shaolin Sect? I'm sorry for being disrespectful. I was involved in a car accident, and my injury hasn't healed yet. I can't stand up to greet you."
As he spoke, he said to the servant, "Go and make some tea!"
"No, thank you!"
Master Dusa waved his hand and then sized Antigonus up. "You said that you had a car accident? Did it happen the night before yesterday?"
"Yes!"
A disciple accompanying him at the time could not help but ask, "Is it really Theodore's enemy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another disciple sighed and shook his head. "Hackett looked miserable. In addition to the car accident, his wife had an affair with another man and eventually killed someone at their home—."
Before he could finish his words, Master Dusa interrupted him by waving his hand.
"Hey."
Master Dusa looked solemn as he ordered, "From tonight onward, keep an eye on Hackett." He did not know why he felt that something was wrong with the man he had seen moments before that.
Several disciples were stunned to hear the order.
Then, one of them asked, "Master, why should we keep an eye on Hackett? Do you suspect that he is the murderer?"
Master Dusa's face darkened in the moonlight. He said indifferently, "Hackett said he was in a serious car accident the night before yesterday. But I suspect there is no injury on his body right now. He simply pretended to be tired."
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