Chapter 1730

As Scarface finished, he paused for a long while before stammering, "D-Dad." "Good boy." Scarface wheeled on Madfist right then, only to find the geezer lounging on the couch, beaming so broadly that his wrinkles were smoothing out. "Tch." Scarface clicked his tongue. "My father was a right bastard, gambling and getting into fights. He even killed my mother and sold me off for money to buy a couple of beers. You'd better not behave the same." "Sure." Madfist nodded cheerfully. "Hmph." Scarface snorted but said nothing else. Hence, they both sat in silence until Frank entered and sat on the couch between them. "What? Why aren't either of you talking?" he asked, just as the waitress arrived with a fruit platter. She appeared confused to see Frank. "You're…" "Oh, you see…" Frank paused before throwing out an excuse. "We're a family of three here to sing." "Huh?" The waitress was left confused as she glanced between Scarface and Madfist, clearly trying to make sense of this fa