"I don't rember much about the past..."
The middle-aged man shook his head gently at Connor's question.
"Don't rember?"
Upon hearing this, Connor couldn't help but smile, then said softly, "What do you an you don't rember?"
"I have amnesia now, so I don't rember anything from before. I only rember that I need to wait for you here and protect your safety. I used to be Mr. Dawson's bodyguard, and now that Mr. Dawson is gone, I'm your bodyguard," the middle-aged man explained.
"Heh..."
Connor chuckled upon hearing this, then spoke softly, "Well, here's the thing. I don't really know who you are right now, so I can't keep you with . What if you're soone sent by my enemies to spy on ? That would be troubleso, don't you think?"
Connor seriously explained his perspective to Yama.
"Alright, if you don't want to follow you, that's fine. But I still have to protect you!" Yama nodded gently.
"That's fine then. Give a phone number. If I really need your help, I'll give you a call. How does that sound?" Connor suggested.
"I don't have a phone. I had one before, but I didn't know how to use it, so I got rid of it!" Yama replied.
Connor was left speechless by his response. He sighed and said, "Alright, here's what we'll do. I'll take you to buy a phone. That way, I can contact you when needed."
"Okay!"
Yama nodded in agreent.
After this decision, Connor started the car and took Yama to a 24-hour cellphone store. He bought Yama a basic phone designed for elderly users. Given Yama's amnesia, he thought a simple phone would be more suitable for him.
Once the purchase was done, he stored his own phone number in Yama's new phone and explained how to make and receive calls. Though Yama had lost his mories, he was still quite intelligent. Connor only had to demonstrate once, and Yama quickly learned how to use the phone.
With the phone sorted out, they returned to the car.
"You can use this phone to contact from now on. If you have sothing important, feel free to call . And if I need to reach you, I'll do the sa," Connor told Yama as he got back into the car.
"Alright!"
Yama glanced at his phone and nodded softly.
"It's getting late now. Let drop you off at your place. Where do you live?" Connor asked Yama.
"I don't have a place to live. I usually sleep on the streets," Yama replied.
"Really? I saw you have so good martial skills. You should be a Black-rank martial artist, right? How did you end up in such a situation?" Connor asked with a hint of disbelief.
"I've been waiting for you all these years, and to avoid revealing my identity, I had to scavenge for a living," Yama said in a low voice.
Connor cast a side glance at Yama, feeling sowhat touched by his dedication. If Yama was indeed his father's bodyguard and had waited for him in Yarlford for so many years, it was truly moving.
However, he still had many questions unanswered. According to Yama, Connor's father had asked him to wait for Connor, implying that his father had known about Connor's arrival in Yarlford twenty years ago.
This raised suspicions. Did Connor's father know about his potential capture by the Goz family twenty years in advance?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. But Yama's amnesia left him with no way to find the answers from this man.
However, at this mont, Connor suddenly rembered that Chelsea had a good relationship with his parents back in the day. If Yama truly was his father's bodyguard, Chelsea would likely know about Yama's existence.
He took out his phone and dialed Chelsea's number without hesitation.
"Ring ring..."
After a few rings, she picked up the phone.
"Little Connor, is everything settled? Are you calling to thank ?" Her voice sounded cheerful.
"Thank you. After all, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to sort out the auction matter so quickly," he replied softly. Then he continued, "But I have sothing I want to ask you..."
"What is it?" she asked curiously.
"Here's the thing, I encountered soone on the road today, and that person is in my car now. He claims to be my father's bodyguard. I wanted to ask if you know anything about my father having a bodyguard nad Yama?" he inquired directly.
At this mont, Yama was still busy inspecting his old-age cellphone. He didn't react to the conversation he overheard.
"Yama?" Her tone changed upon hearing the na.
"Yes, he told his na is Yama, but he doesn't know his real na. He has amnesia now, and he's a skilled martial artist, likely a Black-rank," Connor answered softly.
"It's true that your father did have a bodyguard nad Yama. I t this person once, but it's been so long that I can't recall his appearance. However, I heard that Yama passed away twenty years ago. After that, he disappeared," she explained slowly.
Taking a deep breath upon hearing this, he spoke softly, "I see. I understand now. I'll hang up. Thanks."
"Sure."
Chelsea agreed and then hung up the phone directly.
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