Chapter 1010

"It's you!" Perseus' gaze locked onto the figure before him. It was Dubhe. The man never seemed to change his attire—always wearing an undershirt and red, floral beach shorts. His look was completed with a pair of shabby slippers, giving him the air of someone unkempt and careless. Despite his disheveled appearance, Perseus couldn't shake the feeling that Dubhe was more powerful than Neville. Even now, Perseus still couldn't understand why he was unable to detect Dubhe's pulse. It was as if the man were dead—no warmth, no heartbeat. "Get in the car. Let's talk." Dubhe nodded and climbed into the passenger seat, settling in before Perseus even got behind the wheel. Surprisingly, he fastened his seatbelt properly. His appearance was crude and unsanitary, but his mannerisms were almost casual. One leg crossed over the other, a cigarette dangling from his lips, giving off the vibe of an old-school gangster. Perseus breathed in deeply and slowly turned on the engine. Once they le