Chapter 1336


    "The couple moved outst night." After saying those words, the young man was about to close the


    door.


    Carson hurried forward and quickly stepped on the threshold with his foot to stop the young man


    from closing the door.


    The young man’s gaze fell on Carson''s feet, but he pretended not to see it and closed the door


    even harder.


    Carson cried out in pain, "Argh!"


    The young man pretended to look at him in shock, his dashing face looking as innocent as it could


    get.


    Carson lifted his foot and rubbed it but could not bring himself to condemn this ’innocent-looking’


    young man.


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    "Hey, do you know where the couple moved to?" Carson asked anxiously.


    "Why are you looking for them?" A faint and cold aura emanated from the young man’s eyes.


    Mommy and Daddy had intentionally hidden in this simple and crude apartment just so they could


    spend some time together alone, yet these annoying men just would not leave them alone. Well,


    they should not me him for being rude, then.


    "Uh..." Carson said, sounding embarrassed, "They''re m y master''s rtives. We’re paying them a


    special visit."


    The young man shifted his gaze to Spencer. He seemed hale and hearty, and although the hair on


    his temples had turned white, he still looked refined and easy-going. He also had a pair of eagle


    eyes.


    He bore a striking resemnce to Cole.


    This was most probably his grand-uncle.


    His thin lips curled into a mocking sneer. "I feel sorry for that couple. Even when both of them are


    already blind, there are still some Tom, Dick, and Harry knocking at their door to bother them. That''s


    why they moved out in the middle of the night."


    Carson looked very disappointed. "Ah, so they''ve moved out, huh? Where are we supposed to look


    for m y young master then?"


    Spencer''s sharp gaze fell on the young man’s forbidding face. The child''s eyes were bright and


    sharp. It was clear that he was setting them up.


    "What''s your name?" Spencer asked coldly.


    The young man replied faintly, "Jenson Ares."


    Spencer chided with a dark expression, "How dare you call us Tom, Dick, and Harry?"


    Jenson looked askance at him and said arrogantly, "I didn''t say that." "You’re asking for a beating,


    kid." Having said that, Spencer motioned with his eyes at his men who were standing on his left and


    right sides. "Take him down. He seems to know a lot of inside information."


    The Corvettes charged at Jenson immediately.


    Jenson grabbed the door with both of his hands and lifted his feet off the ground, kicking the


    Corvettes across him like a p of thunder. He then spread his arms and threw himself at them,


    throwing the Corvettes to the ground while squashing them.


    "Now aren''t you a pretty skilled fighter?" Spencer praised. He then positioned himself and said,


    "Show m e how good your martial arts skills are."


    Jenson knew that Spencer was Doomsday’s patriarch, hence his martial arts skills should not be


    underestimated. Aware of his own shorings of not having a solid foundation in martial arts, he


    could onlyunch surprise moves to win against him.


    Jenson raised his eyes and leaped onto the uncovered beam in the corridor, galloping like a gecko.


    Spencer had gotten on in years, so if he was topete with any young person in aerial footwork,


    then he would definitely do much worse. However, as he had gone through countless battles by


    now, he had gained enough confidence. He stared fixedly at Jenson without blinking his eyes,


    coping with all motions by remaining motionless.


    Jenson could tell that he was being underestimated. H e had always followed Daddy''s advice when


    it came to fighting-a battle of wits was far more effective than a battle of fists.


    Jenson hopped off the beam suddenly andunched a fake move. Spencer thought he was about to


    punch, but to his surprise, Jenson crossed his arms and bore down at lightning speed. Then,


    holding the beam with his hands, he stood on top of Spencer’s shoulders.


    He thenunched the Thousand Pounder. Spencer let out a scornful smile. He had practiced martial


    arts for decades, and nting his feet firmly on the ground while holding his stance was just the


    basics.


    Jenson''s Thousand Pounder, however, was an improved version. His feet sank deeper. Spencer


    was just about to adjust his breathing to amodate the weight on his shoulders when Jenson


    hooked his feet around his neck and slithered across his back like a snake. For a second, Spencer


    quickly switched his stance in consternation, thinking that Jenson was about to grab him by his


    balls.


    However, this was also one of Jenson''s false moves. Afraid that Jenson would grab him by his


    testicles and turn him into aughing stock, his heart jumped i n shock, propelling him forward.


    Jenson, on the other hand, suddenly spun around and swept his feet across the ground, tripping


    Spencer effortlessly.


    Spencer staggered almost imperceptibly. After all, he was a martial arts master, so even if he was at


    a disadvantage, he would make sure to hide it well.