Mr Wood The Legend

Yank Wood's mouth curved into a beautiful smile as he watched Lucy Long go back to the private room first. At this moment, he saw a masked man in the corridor looking at him. To be exact, he was looking at him.

Yank Wood's eyes suddenly became cold and he asked, "Who are you? Why are you playing tricks here?"

The moment the roar came out, the man disappeared. Yank Wood would not let go of him so easily. He quickly followed. The pursuit was Yank Wood's favorite show. Since the other side showed up, he could not escape under his nose.

What surprised Yank Wood was that the other party did not want to run out of the hotel, but ran up the escape stairs.

After hesitating for a moment, Yank Wood continued to chase after him.

When they arrived at the rooftop, the night wind was blowing, and it was dark everywhere. No one could be seen, but Yank Wood could keenly sense that the other party's breath was nearby.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. Why are you hiding?" Yank Wood growled in a low voice, trying to provoke the other party.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a low voice sounded behind him.

"I didn't hide it. Am I behind you?"

Hearing this, Yank Wood's eyes were full of surprise. He turned back and saw the masked man in front of him. Before he could make a move, the man's fist directly hit his lower abdomen. Suddenly, a huge force made him retreat several meters.

If it were anyone else, they would have flown out long ago.

However, after receiving this punch, not only was Yank Wood not angry, but his eyes became moist.

"Plop."

Regardless of what expensive suit he was wearing, Yank Wood directly knelt in front of the masked man and said, "Master, I miss you so much!"

The masked man was no exception. He took off the mask. He was his master, Tom Brook, whom Yank Wood had been missing about day and night. As he guessed, his master was not dead.

Tom Brook walked behind Yank Wood with his hands clasped behind his back and snorted, "Do you still have me as your master now?"

Seeing his master's cold face, Yank Wood couldn't help but be confused. He cupped his hands and said respectfully, "I don't dare, but I don't understand what you mean. Please explain it to me.