In the crowd, Byron was searching on his own. He did not see the boy’s figure even after some time, and his expression gradually turned ugly.

Although he was assured that there would not be people here who had bad intentions toward the boy, he still could not help but feel worried when he saw no trace of the boy.

“Excuse me, sir..." The peddler who was selling toys just now came over again.

Seeing the person in front of him, the peddler's voice stopped abruptly.

For some reason, he felt that the aura around this man was more frightening than before as if he was going to eat him up.

After he came back to his senses, the peddler cleared his throat shyly. He wanted to leave as if nothing happened.

The moment he turned around, a large hand pressed down his shoulder.

He did not even need to think to know that it was the man from before.

The peddler shivered internally. He turned his head cautiously, "Sir, what’s... what's the matter?"

Byron looked at the person in front of him cold