Curtis frowned, asking, "He's the person you were talking about?"

"That's right," replied Dalton.

Sometimes, situations arose in which one needed to exercise discretion.

Felix spoke up at that moment. "Mr. Meyer Senior, Mr. Summers Senior, I'm expecting a guest back home. I'm afraid that it's not an appointment I can reschedule, so I'll take my leave first."

After Dalton had escorted Felix out, Curtis started questioning him again.

"Are you sure he was the one who helped your family and that he didn't ask for any reward?"

Whatever the two old men discussed regarding the situation with Martial Alliance, it was no longer Felix's concern. He had already achieved the outcome he wanted—although he knew that Curtis wouldn't change his mind about him due to this incident alone, it was still a good start.

…

At that moment, there was an electric scooter lying on its side on a street in Canraville, and not far from the scooter lay an old man. There were many onlookers gathered around, an