Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chan-ki stood at the side, peeking at Butler Sheng and Dorian from time to time.

Who am I? What am I? Where am I?

Chan-ki was so confused with everything that happened this morning.

First, Raulin and Zhulyn came to the hospital earlier, looking like transformed versions of themselves.

He didn't know how to describe it, but the air around them was slightly different from what he was used to.

That is, how could those 2 change so much in just 2 days?

First, it was Haru and Bewoh who changed. Now it was this duo?

Something wasn't adding up. Or, could it be that they were abducted by aliens and switched?

But maybe the most significant change came from Butler Sheng. Call him crazy, but he felt the guy had turned younger overnight.

Aliens! Aliens!

He had to find out the truth of the matter, lest he too gets abducted and switched.

Mommy... Today's events were just too weird.

(Y×Y)

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Chin-ki was too suspicious of life.

Before leaving the hospital, he saw Raulin and Zhulyn give Haru and Bewoh pendants. And now, Butler Sheng also had the same one around his neck. So was this their cult or voice communicator?

Chan-ki knew that he might've exaggerated it all. But honestly, the entire thing was too dubious—especially Butler Sheng's new appearance.

Unless he found the fountain of youth, there was no way he would make him believe that he turned younger because of some skincare cream.

Again, this morning they had another lady named Chiyou, who wanted to report the fact that her classmate had contacted her last night.

The information was so basic, completely confusing Chan-ki. Why would the young master be concerned about such info? Were they suddenly caught up in some crime scandal that he wasn't aware of?

Blink. Blink.

He's been away for just a few days, and now the entire world seems strange to him.

Additionally, there were other men and a lady who came to see the young master. Apparently, the young master had rescued them on Wuphil Mountain before.

The things the young master faced them, as well as the things he instructed them to do, were so bizarre.

But Chan-ki dared not show his concerns.

For now, he felt like a detective, trying to get to the bottom of things.

Like so, he spent his morning watching the strange visits come in and out nonstop.

And finally, at 11:30 A.M, he was told they were going somewhere.

But where? Where were they going that didn't require him to drive to?

His detective senses were tingling.

(`°^°)

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Upstairs, Dorian calmly sat on his bed, crossed his legs and wore his cufflinks in a very relaxed manner.

[Host. You have to personally head to the property and place the core at a good spot. Once that's done, just leave the rest to me.]

'Hmmm...' He replied while standing up and heading down.

Now, his top priority was to get to the Academy grounds. From there, the rest would be history.

Dorian walked down the stairs, coming face to face with Butler Sheng and Chan-Ki.

"Grandmaster!"

"Young Master!"

The duo greeted Dorian, with Chan-ki still secretly baffled about why everyone called Dorian Grandmaster.

He shrugged. To him, Dorian was the young master.

Butler Seng couldn't be bothered with Chan-Ki's boldness! Dare to belittle the Grandmaster by calling him, Young Master? Bold!

Well, for his ignorance, Butler Sheng had long decided to let it slide, praying that soon, reality would slap this absurd in the face.

No. Not only slap but punch and kick him with the truth till his head broke.

"Grandmaster, you coat."

"Hmmm..." Dorian replied, allowing Butler Sheng to assist him in wearing his dark-blue coat.

The man really liked his Butler job, so Dorian allowed him to do as he pleased... Provided it wasn't an inconvenience to him or too excessive.

Following that, the gang of 3 stepped out, standing on the front entrance as though waiting for something. Well... The other 2 stood as guards, but Dorian only stared ahead silently.

Chan-ki was confused: "Young master... What are we waiting for?"

Dorian stayed silent only for a bit before finally revealing a sly smile on his lips: "Our ride."

~Brm. Brm. Brm. Brm. Brm~~~

Instantly, Chan-ki could hear very faint sounds of something buzzing far away from them.

Eh? What was that?

The sound seemed to bombard and storm his ears the louder it got.

And soon, Chan-ki's mouth was left hanging wide in shock and disbelief.

Wu-wu-wu~... Was that a Chopper?

(Q□Q)

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~Brm. Brm. Brm. Brm. Brm~~~

Choppers! Choppers!

Not 1, not 2... But a total of 5 bad boys stormed in their directions like crazy.

Chank-ki had no choice but to slap his jaws, trying to wake himself up from the scene before him.

He wasn't dreaming?

His cheeks puffed out the tighter he closed his lips as though trying not to scream excitedly.

He was trying to look cool and calm as Butler Sheng and Dorian.

But his trembling body quickly gave him away.

And the closer the choppers approached, the more in awe Chan-Ki was.

These were the BNH-73 Defenders.

The market price for a single one was no less than 15 million, and that was just his estimation. For all he knew, it could be more!

Damn! Its sleek exterior alone was just too inviting.

Now, another question immediately popped into Chan-Ki's head, making him look at Dorian deeply.

The situation of the family was dire. So was he able to bring these choppers over?

Chan-ki's rapped the sides of his lips thoughtfully.

A few days ago, the young master insinuated that he would get revenge for his parents... Though Dorian didn't say it in those words.

So with the arrival of these choppers, Chan-ki once again assumed that the young master had probably been building his forces for revenge.

Yes! No wonder everyone else around him has changed.

As for Butler Sheng's physical change, maybe he hadn't seen Butler Sheng in a while, making him forget how he used to look?

Chan-ki's mind seemed to have defaulted to what he thought was right. After all, even with the truth staring right to his face, logic would always override whatever seemed impossible.

That was the genetic code of human reasoning.