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He usually spits out random words and wields his hand, but at times like this, he seems like a noble man with good manners. He was a strange man.

"Why are you staring at me like that? I know I'm handsome, but if I keep looking at you like that, I'm going to pierce my face.”

Felix muttered without turning his eyes. Isaac was embarrassed and sipped his beer.

"I was surprised that my table manners were impeccable."

To be honest with what he was thinking, Felix stopped poking chicken with a fork and lifted his eyes.

"Well, my grandfather was strict. Especially when I'm eating, I've never been more compassionate."

"You're a wonderful man."

"Not at all. He's just a cranky old man who shoots and kills people like flies on a day of fiction.”

His grandfather was said to be an executive of the Italian giant mafia, but it certainly wasn't a common figure of his grandfather. Isaac closed his mouth as the cold was flowing down his spine.

"But I learned a lot from my grandfather. As it is now.

Felix then added the last words. Mumbling with a sour look on his face, his expression had been unconsciously softened. In any case, he was the face of his grandson who loved his grandfather.

Isaac looked at Felix again, forgetting that he was going to pierce his face. Sitting face to face and drinking beer makes me feel normal. It seemed like a friend who I met after a while. It wasn't like that at all, though.

"By the way, is it okay to sit in a public place like this for a long time?”

Isaac, who was forced to turn his eyes to look around, asked a question that popped into his mind. It is not known to ordinary people, but Felix Felice was always watching from the government and the military.

It was amazing to walk around downtown San Diego in broad daylight, but now that I'm sitting at such a busy bar and drinking beer, I'm curious and worried. However, Felix looked at himself with a vague look of incomprehension.

"What else can't be done?"

"You're not an ordinary small towner."