“You don’t need to know how I found out. If you have a trump card, you can use it now. If you don’t, I’ll send you on your way.” Before Arlo could speak, a weather-beaten voice rang out from a distance. It was a voice that told many stories. “Little one, have mercy.” Philip looked in the direction of the voice, his gaze sharp and his brows slightly furrowed. He saw a dark alley. A tapping sound and light footsteps came from that direction. Everyone followed suit and saw an old man with a cane slowly walking out of the alley. The old man had a white beard, white hair, and age spots all over his face. He was very thin, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him away. After the old man walked out of the alley, he looked up at Philip in the sky and smiled kindly. “Little one, I wonder if you can spare Arlo’s life on my account?” Philip smiled and said, “Sir, may I know why you want to speak up for Arlo? Strictly speaking, he’s my enemy. It doesn’t seem right to let the t
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