Just then, Atlas walked in, followed by Dylan and Loak.

I was thrilled to see them, especially Dylan, whom I hadn't seen in a while. And there was Loak by his side, whom I hadn't seen for months too. Whenever I went to the storage area before, I only saw Anya.

Loak was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black-and-white jersey, looking like a cute little follower but still quite handsome. He seemed to have grown taller and looked smarter now, with a sharpness in his eyes.

He was nothing like the first time I saw him, frail and dirty, like a typical local tough guy.

Now Loak looked completely different, clean and sharp, even a bit more robust. He was exuding a youthful vibe, like that of a college student.

It was like he had switched roles with Arton. Compared to him, Arton seemed more like a local thug now.

Seeing them made me feel warm and familiar. After all, they were all there to find my father. "Thank you all for your hard work. Do you have any news?”

Dylan nodded. "He's still