403: Chapter 241: The thod to Fulfill Benjamin’s Obsession (6000 Words Combined Into One)_4 403: Chapter 241: The thod to Fulfill Benjamin’s Obsession (6000 Words Combined Into One)_4 “Go on, I’ll talk to your father about Brian tonight.
You should stop arguing with your father, it only makes him more hostile to Brian.
Maybe you should take so ti to learn how to control a man from ..”
Susan rolled her eyes and hurried off.
The twin guns at her waist were more eloquent than any words, she had no interest in learning her mother’s theories.
…
The castle watchtower.
Dean looked gloomily at the distant coastline, wiping a shotgun thicker than a normal arm.
Although he had known his “little cabbage” Susan would drift away from him ever since she brought that pretty boy ho last ti, her request to help the pretty boy deal with so radicals at NW for a aningless institute still depressed him.
It was already like this without marriage, would it be the end if they were to marry?
Suddenly.
Dean’s movents halted, then pretending to be oblivious, he quickly spilled so liquor from a bottle onto himself and took several big gulps, making his body reek of alcohol.
With the dispersing scent of alcohol, his expression also shifted to one of sadness.
A few seconds later.
Tap tap tap~
The crisp sound of footsteps approached.
Susan, with a cream-colored puppy, rushed to the watchtower through the narrow passage.
Seeing Dean, she was about to say sothing but noticed her father looking lancholically towards the sea, appearing heartbroken.
Susan instinctively rembered their earlier argunt and felt a surge of guilt, awkwardly apologizing, “Dad, I’m sorry about earlier…”
Beneath her, Shi San sniffed and imdiately barked twice at Susan.
The next mont.
Susan’s guilt vanished, replaced with anger, “Dad, you tricked !”
Dean’s lancholic expression changed.
He awkwardly stroked his stubbled chin, “Your dog is pretty impressive, it even knows Morse Code.
Susan, what rushed you here?”
Distracted by Dean’s deflection, Susan montarily forgot her grievances with her father.
She hurriedly relayed the information she had obtained from Brian.
“Civilization?”
Dean’s expression turned grave, “Are you sure?”
Susan nodded more confidently than Brian:
“This is all from Brian, he wouldn’t lie to !
And Brian is too honest; he couldn’t know so much about the Deep Sea Divers.
This information isn’t even available in textual form in any official organization; only warriors who have been to the deep sea battlegrounds and families like ours know about it.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
Brian..
honest..
Do those words even go together?
It was only because he loved his daughter too much and couldn’t bear to see Susan sad; otherwise, knowing about Brian’s background, he would have blasted the guy’s head off during their last encounter.
After a mont of silence.
Dean picked up his shotgun, “I understand, I’ll handle this myself at the NW headquarters.
Tell Brian not to co back to Los Angeles yet, wait for my news.”
Susan dumbly asked, “Why?”
Dean rolled his eyes again and pinched Susan’s cheek, “Be good, my dear daughter.
Think less, ask fewer questions.
It’s better for us both.”
“Dad!”
Susan clenched her fists.
Whoosh~
The hurricane roared.
Apart from a large crater, there was no sign of Dean.
Susan was not surprised.
Pouting her lips, she glared toward a hundred ters away but could only see a trail of dust disappearing into the distant forest.
That was the disturbance from her father running.
In reality.
Susan had witnessed even more extraordinary displays of her father’s strength when she was very young.
Many in NW liked to call her mother “T-Rex,” not because she had a fiery temper and would shoot people in the head at the slightest provocation.
There was only one real reason.
Her father, Mr.
Dean, had another title: Human-shaped Tyrannosaurus!
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