Chapter 2137

"Your chef is slow. Why don't we just have the talk now?" With a clang, Perseus tossed the lighter on the stone table after lighting a cigarette. Narrowing his eyes, he stared at Wyatt and said, "Tell me, how much longer do you intend to use me? Or perhaps I should ask, how much longer are you going to lie to me?" "What would you like to know?" Being the old, wily man he was, Wyatt wouldn't fall for Perseus' trick so easily. Chuckling indifferently, Perseus shook his head. He might be far more gifted in ancient martial arts and accomplished in medicine than Wyatt, but when it came to scheming, he was not his match at all. Wyatt asked him a question so that he could avoid revealing everything he knew. If Wyatt told the story himself, it would be akin to a criminal detailing the process of their crime. There'd be more details, which would expose more secrets. Perseus had to admit that he was inferior to Wyatt. "Then, tell me where my grandfather is." Taking a deep drag of a ci