Chapter 1992

Diavolo seemed a lot more mature when he was drunk, but would revert to being a naive old fool when he sobered up. "I have no clue,” Adrian answered. Rozi was startled, thinking Adrian's reply was really strange. However, she noticed someone was walking their way and realized that was not the time to discuss such matters. Instead, she smiled at the middle-aged man and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask where Arlo Archer's house is?" "Who's asking?" the middle-aged man holding a hoe asked. Rozi was stumped, but it was Marissa who smiled and said, "I'm a friend of Winston’s. We heard that his father's not feeling well and have come to visit him." "You're lying. Winston would never befriend lowlives like you lot," the middle-aged man retorted as he sized up the trio. Marissa was instantly rendered speechless. She looked to Adrian, hoping he would be able to try something. Adrian merely smiled and asked, "Arlo, I presume?” "That's right. Why are you all here?" Maintaining his kind tone