Chapter 1272

"Are you planning to drown Mr. Spencer Senior with liquor?" Charlie asked. "Mr. Spencer Senior had tons of friends! Out of all his old comrades, he's the only one who's still kicking. You think they're not going to make him drink up there? Twenty bottles of vodka would be on the low side!" Sheldon was speechless. "So, now that you're back, are you staying for good?" Lyra asked. "Yeah." Sheldon's voice was low. "For now... I'm not going anywhere." At that moment, Zion stepped up to Sheldon, and the air grew heavy. It felt like an invisible pressure was making it hard for Sheldon to breathe. Zion said, "You smell like gunpowder." For a moment, the atmosphere around them grew tense. Sheldon remained calm and met Zion's gaze. Lyra was standing nearby when she said, "If you're a soldier of the Spencer family, it'd be weird not to have a bit of gunpowder on you, wouldn't it?" Charlie moved closer and sniffed the air. "I don't smell any gunpowder. Zion, you must have a dog's nose."