Kieran paused for a moment, glancing at Ron from the corner of his eye. He had been ready to see hesitation, or at least fear, but what he saw was the complete opposite.Ron’s eyes lit up.“…seriously?” Ron’s voice rose a pitch, not out of fear, but excitement. “That’s so cool!”Kieran’s eyebrow lifted slightly. Ron’s reaction was a bit unexpected, but not entirely surprising. Last night, he heard Ron call one of the police officers ‘uncle,’ so he thought this person should have a strong sense of justice, but it seemed his judgment might have been wrong.“Cool?” he repeated.“Yeah!” Ron nodded quickly, even clapping his hands once, his steps becoming more confident. “I mean… yesterday you took all of them down by yourself, and now you’re going to take over? That’s like… like something out of an action movie!”Kieran stared at him for a few seconds, trying to confirm whether this kid was joking.Unfortunately, he wasn’t.That expression was far too sincere.“Are you sure?” Kieran asked

Kieran stopped right in front of a small café by the roadside. From the outside, the place looked simple and fairly neat, not too eye-catching, but clearly “cleaner” compared to the surrounding environment.Ron, who was walking beside him, immediately frowned. He stared at the café’s signboard, then turned to Kieran with confusion.“…huh?” he muttered softly for the umpteenth time today.He glanced at the entrance again, then back at Kieran and finally asked, “Weren’t we going to Boss Lee’s headquarters? To… fight? Is this the place?”Kieran didn’t look at him. His gaze remained straight ahead.“You’ll find out later. Just follow.”Before Ron could ask anything else, Kieran had already opened the door and stepped inside. The small bell above the door rang softly.Ron could only stand there for a moment with a confused expression before hurriedly following him in.Inside, the atmosphere was quite calm. A few customers sat in the corners, and the aroma of coffee filled the air. Near the

The two men stared at each other for a moment, exchanged an understanding, then burst into loud, mocking laughter.“Oh, so you’re the guy?” one of them sneered widely, looking Kieran up and down as if assessing a cheap item. “The one who supposedly beat our friends. I wondered who it was. Turns out it’s just a snot-nosed brat.”The other laughed along, stepping a few paces closer. He tilted his head slightly, his tone casual but full of contempt.“So what brings you here? Got lost? Or are you looking to die on purpose?”Kieran didn’t answer. He lowered his head slightly, which only made them feel more superior, thinking he was afraid. Their thinking was extremely limited.“Hey, relax,” said the first man, pretending to be friendly. “If you surrender now, maybe we can be kind.”“Yeah, we won’t beat you up too badly. Maybe just break an arm or a leg a little.”They laughed again, then one of them glanced at Kieran with a smile that turned more disgusting.“Besides…” he said slowly, his

“What makes you think you’re in a position to negotiate with me?”Marsellus’s voice was calm, but the pressure was clear. He wanted to make the boy understand that he was the one in control.However, Kieran didn’t play by the rules. Not only did he not answer, he adjusted his sitting position and remained extremely relaxed, his fingers lightly tapping the surface of the table, the rhythm slow and steady. His gaze didn’t shift, but he also wasn’t in a hurry to speak.Yes, the silence was intentional.And Marsellus realized it. This boy was testing his patience. More than that, taking over the direction of the conversation.The bodyguard behind him began to grow restless, but Marsellus remained silent. He wanted to see how far Kieran dared to go.Finally, Kieran spoke, but not to answer.“I want to form a business partnership.”Marsellus’s eyebrow lifted slightly. He didn’t expect the conversation to turn back to the initial topic like this.Before Marsellus could say anything, Kieran c

Amid the flow of passing people, Kieran’s eyes caught a figure too familiar to ignore. His steps slowed without him realizing it.A woman with slightly weary steps, shoulders that seemed light yet carried a burden, and hair tied carelessly.His mother.Kieran stopped for a moment.“…go ahead,” he said suddenly without turning toward Ron.“Huh?” Ron blinked, clearly unprepared. “Why? We were—”“Go.”This time Kieran turned his head. Just one flat, usual glance, but enough to make Ron swallow the rest of his words.“…okay. I’ll go first, yeah. Don’t forget tomorrow.”Kieran didn’t respond. Ron snorted softly, but eventually turned around and left reluctantly.As soon as Ron disappeared from sight, Kieran’s focus returned to that figure. His steps grew lighter as he moved toward where the woman had gone.He didn’t call out, because at first he only wanted to make sure.He knew his mother usually worked at night and shouldn’t be outside at a time like this.But the closer he got, the clea