Chapter 88: Old Friends

After a dinner that had Howard and Peggy Carter raving, the two were escorted to the door by the Mac family.

Watching the two men go away, Clark suddenly said, “Dad, at dinner, that grandmother ……”

“You can call her Auntie.”

Mike doesn’t want to be a generation younger than the other party.

“That aunt, why do you keep looking at me?”

Mike looked at Clark, gazed into those sky blue eyes, and said, “Perhaps, she looked at you and remembered another person.”

In some ways, Clark and that person, had some very similar traits.

Clark nodded, turned home and then ran upstairs alone.

Mike looked at Clark’s back and sighed a little lost.

The boy was getting older and older, and was no longer as clingy as he had been when he was a child.

Obviously last year was more clingy.

However, the child will always grow up and even leave him in the future.

This feeling, he had to get used to.

It’s just that he felt suddenly some loss.

Mike shook his head, looked at the two boys around him, turned toward home and said, “Today, did anything interesting happen at school?”

“Dad, I’m telling you, today Charles ……”

“You shut up!”

“Haha, he saw a billboard on the road.”

“Wow, Eric!” Charles exclaimed, quickly, “I saw a billboard and was wondering why it was here when Eric put his head in the hole on that billboard and then he got stuck, or I saved him from getting out!”

Mike: “Hahahaha!”

Eric: “?”

He looked at the smug Charles incredulously and said, “You’re lying, you liar! I obviously saved you!”

“And did you get stuck in?”

“Yes ……”

Charles smiled wryly and spread his hands, saying, “That’s not right!”

“You were the one who got stuck in first!”

“I didn’t!”

“I’m going to teach you a lesson!”

“Whoa! Help! Clark help!”

Charles shouted, quickly sprinting upstairs.

Mike looked at the backs of the two fighting, his face all content, and smiled as he closed the door.

……

Today is Saturday and it was the third day of school for Clark’s three, but because it was Saturday, the school gave them the day off even though they only had two days of school.

“The two-day deadline is coming up for all of them.”

Mike muttered, pouring two fried eggs onto his plate.

Scott said he’d give Howard and the others the news in two days, and if it went well, that would be today, they’d know about it and then they’d have to start moving up.

It’s going to be busy again for a while.

Mike whispered and cracked another egg into the pan.

Drip! Drip!

A loud car siren sounded outside Mike’s house, and Mike’s expression twitched.

Could it be that Howard and the others had gotten word and had come for him?

Looking at the eggs in the pan, Mike hesitated for a second, then without hesitation, he chose to fry the eggs first, and then pay attention to the people outside.

Drip!

Drip!

After a few seconds, the car siren sounded again, and Mike remained calmly frying the eggs.

“Are you finished?”

An angry scolding sound came from the second floor.

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Eric leaned out of the window, looking at the car parked in front of his house, he shouted with the urge to squash the car with force.

Charles showed his head to look down, yawned and said: “Probably looking for Dad.”

“Looking for Dad?” Eric quickly sobered up and shouted to the outside, “You guys don’t press, my dad will go in a while.”

Then, with a ‘bang’ closed the window.

Seeing this, the two people in the car looked at each other.

“Who is this? Mike’s son?”

Remy Lebo asked in confusion.

“Ha! Funny kid!”

The man with a beautiful beard and a cigar bit his mouth, his wild body chuckled, and a mouthful of thick smoke was blown by the wind toward Remy Lebo in the passenger seat.

“Ahem!” Remy Lebo covered his mouth and said, “Can’t you stop smoking that stuff?”

Logan took the cigar out of his mouth, grinned and said: “I can’t!”

Remy Lebo: “……”

Sure enough, he still likes Mike more than Logan.

Seeing the thick smoke about to spread over again, Remy Lebo pushed open the door.

“Boom!”

He came out from the car, closed the car door, sucked in a mouthful of fresh air, finally his head relaxed a lot.

All the way, he soaked in Logan’s smoke, and even suspected that he would later get lung cancer or something, all because of Logan.

“Hey, Remy! Be nice to my car!”

Logan looked at the car door distressed and said: “I bought it with the money I earned after defeating ten opponents!”

Remy Lebo bent down to look at Logan, he smiled with a dangerous pink glint in his eyes and asked: “Do you believe I can make this shitty car blow up?”

Logan bared his teeth and cocked his head, then looked in front of him and pushed open the door to the room, his eyes lit up and waved at Mike who walked out and shouted: “Mike!”

Hearing the shout, Mike was stunned and looked at the cigar-chomping figure with a smile.

“Logan?”

Before he could say anything, he heard Logan continue to shout: “I didn’t miss breakfast, did I? I remember you had breakfast at this time!”

The corners of Mike’s mouth twitched wildly.

And thank you so much, Master Logan!

Logan stepped out of the car and walked towards Mike, then stretched his arms and hugged him, patting Mike’s back with both hands, almost slapping him with a mouthful of old blood.

Remy Lebo looked at the two men and smiled, straightened his hat, and said to Mike: “I haven’t seen you for a while, Mike, you’re getting more and more handsome!”

Mike nodded and said seriously, “Remy! You’re getting more and more charming too!”

The two men smiled at each other, reached out and ‘snapped’ their hands together, bumping shoulders.

See, that’s the right way to say hello.

Feeling something inexplicable fill the air, Logan’s eyes rolled and he whispered, “Don’t be shameless.”

“Uncle Logan!”

With a surprised cry, Logan turned his head to look at Clark with a smile and opened his hands.

Clark grinned, trotted toward Logan, then jumped up hard and hung on to Logan.

Logan laughed and spun around, happily saying, “You’re so big, Clark!”

Think back, when he was smashed by Clark a hammer, it was still a small little.

Now……

It wouldn’t strangle itself, would it?

A bloody image inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Hiss!

He was shivering, he pushed Clark out of the way and was about to speak when Logan saw two boys standing in the doorway looking at them.

“This is?”

Logan was stunned, pointed at Eric and said, “Ha, you’re the kid who just yelled at me, right?”

Eric laughed heatedly.

“Eric, Charles are my son.”

Mike introduced the two with a smile, patted Logan’s shoulder and said to the two, “Come in and talk.”

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