Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.27 Muttering

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Elsewhere, a middle-aged man along with his son, had just obtained information from the person they had sent to spy on Agra.

"The man went into the luxury housing, sir," said the man in black, including some photographs as evidence.

"Alright, you can go out" said the middle-aged man.

"Who did he meet, in that rich man's special housing?" ask the child, with the eyebrows linked.

In his hand, there are several photos showing Agra's car entering the housing.

The stalker could only follow Agra to the front of the entrance gate, because not just anyone could enter into the elite housing.

Only people who own a home there or who show proof of invitation from the homeowner, can enter.

"Heh .. it was only fitting that he dared to come back here, it turned out that he had a powerful person behind him," said the middle-aged man, with a dismissive tone.

"Where might he dare to come to this city again, if no one supports him," his son chimed in.

"Yes, he's just a brandal kid with a lot of style, but nothing!" said stirring the middle-aged man, accompanied by his second laugh.

Agra grabs the phone that vibrates him over the nightstand.

After Nick's treatment, he decided to take a break.

"Yes, Dad," said Ansel, putting the flat object in his ear.

His eyes were still closed, only the ringing tone of the call from his adoptive father, indeed he distinguished from the others.

Therefore, he knew that the call was from Andrew without seeing the name on his screen.

"It's a video call, keep your phone out of your ear, bad boy!"

Not yet anything Agra had already gotten a jolt from the middle-aged man.

"Well! Sorry, Dad. I don't know," Agra immediately kept her phone away from her ear.

It is appropriate that his ears feel buzzing because of the high volume of sound.

Rubbing the ear with one hand while closing his eyes.

"Why your face, huh?!"

The shout from Andrew instantly made Agra's consciousness recover instantly.

'Ah, stupid! Why can I forget, ' he said in his heart.

"I-this ... I've been practicing but afternoon, Dad!" agra said casually, like nothing is covered.

Andrew seemed to implant his eyes, looking at Agra closely. Looking for the gap of lies from the eyes of the adopted child.

"really?" ask Andrew, make sure.

"Eum, I haven't trained my body in a long time, so it's a little stiff, '" Agra did a movement like stretching the muscles in her body.

"You know what, I can't be lied to? Even if it's by a rancid boy like you!"

Agra straightened her body. As soon as this happened, Andrew made a call just because he knew all the truth that was happening.

The twenty-seven-year-old man, snorted violently.

"Yes, yeah. I had a fight with Lucas Peadel this afternoon, "Agra finally confessed.

Andrew leaned to his lips, nodding his head with a sharp look at the child.

"It seems, your time is so free, that you can play around like that?" sindir Andrew's.

"Give a lesson and warn the enemy, isn't it wrong, Dad?"

"Alright, I accept your excuse this time,"

"I heard you kept a girl in the apartment?"

Agra raised one eyebrow, looking at the lazy middle-aged man who was none other than his adoptive father.

"I was just helping him" Agra denied, knowing Andrew's thoughts.

"hem, really? Do I need to come and ask him some questions like the other parents?"

Agra's stomach suddenly churned, as if he wanted to take out the entire contents. When he saw Andrew's mocking smile.

"Whatever!" Agra Sarcas.

Staring lazily at the face of his adoptive father who began to blush from laughing.

"Your face really doesn't deserve to laugh like that, Dad!" tease Arga, staring lazily at Andrew.

The middle-aged man immediately stopped his laughter.

"What did you say, bad boy?!" Andrew Sarkas.

"What did I really say? Even your men will get hit by a stroke from seeing your laugh, Dad!" Agra taunted Andrew.

"Basin' bad boy! Son set*n you yes!" furious Andrew.

"If I'm a son of set*n means you set*nya!" agara said in her laughter.

Such were the two people who were notoriously cold outside of it.

When they were both, then the laughter full of warmth that existed between the two.

Although the jokes they say sound different and very rude to people in general.

The useless conversation finally ended, after talking about what they needed to discuss.

The clock was three o'clock in the morning, when Agra had just disconnected her phone.

His stomach just felt rumbling, because from this afternoon it was not filled at all.

Plus, the fight this afternoon was very energy draining.

Go downstairs, to find food that could clog his stomach, until breakfast tomorrow morning.

Walk in the dim light, because almost all the lights have been turned off.

Open the fridge, and check the contents.

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Elsewhere, more precisely in the room belonging to Alisya.

The beautiful girl had just woken up from her sleep because her throat felt dry.

Looking at the glass on the nightstand that apparently forgot to fill before going to bed.

"Ish," is lazy to walk to the kitchen to get drinking water.

With her eyes still half-closed and hair in disarray, she walked while slightly fumbling around her, so as not to bump into.

He frowned when he heard that there was a slight noise in the kitchen.

"What's that sound? How could there be rats here, right?" muttered the girl, sharpening her hearing.

Shudder in horror, when imagining there are rodents that are very disgusting according to him.

His consciousness instantly recovered.

Walking with a sneak while looking for tools to be protective for him.

"Is there a burglar, in a luxury apartment like this?" he muttered again, as he looked at the shadow of a person from the open rays of the refrigerator.

"Is that a ghost?!" Alisya rubbed her eyes, remembering the creepy thing.

"Eh, but ... can ghosts open the fridge, right?" his murmur again knitted his two eyebrows.

Take a broom near the kitchen door, very slowly.

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Agra took one apple and one bottle of water.

He re-enforced his body when suddenly there was someone who beat him very brutally.

Bugh ....

Bugh ....

Bugh ....

It didn't hurt too much, but it upset him.

"You want to try it! It's good for you, you don't know yourself!" Alisya continued to beat up a man she thought was the thief so brutally.

"Hey! Stop ... Stop that!" Agra slightly bowed with both hands trying to cover his head and face.

Bukh ....

Ahhh ....

With a quick movement, Agra caught the handle of the broom made to beat him and pulled him, until Alisya was carried away and formed the chest of Agra's field.

Click ....

The kitchen lights shine brightly, with just one tap.

Alisya immediately threw out her eyes, looking at the face of the man she thought was turning.

"Tu-tuan Agra," nervous Alisya, tried to let go of the burly arms of the man in front of him.

'Dead me!' his words in the heart.

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...TBC...

Want to apologize again, because lately I rarely up, again quite busy in the real world, and want to revise the initial chapter that turned out to be very messy.

...Thank you for all your support🙏😊😘...