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!"
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