Chapter 327: Granduncle

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone in the room. Vincent stared at the silver needle embedded in the bedpost, his expression dark and uncertain, his gaze growing deeper. Adrian, on the other hand, glanced at the bloodstain on his own face, turned around, and, with a smile, raised both his hands to remove his large black hat. He revealed a familiar face. The menacing look in his eyes from earlier had been diluted somewhat by this smile, and he now looked like an ordinary elderly man you'd meet in a park or on the street, radiating warmth. "Cheyenne, my dear niece, you've kept me in the dark quite," he said with a kind smile. "That needle you just threw, it takes at least ten years to master that level of precision." Adrian couldn't help but wonder about something else, too. Who had really treated Master Iker for his leg condition? Was his brother or grandniece? Until recently, he had never doubted that it was Cheyenne. But after she precisely knocked away his needle and eve