Chapter 803

Ambrose lounged outside the house in a rocking chair, his face shaded by a straw hat. His crossed legs swayed leisurely, causing the chair to rock steadily. "Hey." Out of nowhere, a man impatiently kicked him. "Where's Mr. Newton?" he demanded. Ambrose's cheerful demeanor vanished instantly. With a grumble, he removed his hat and stood up. "Who do you think you are? Can't you see I'm Mr. Morgan? How dare you kick me!" Their eyes met in an instant. Upon recognizing Larry's face, Ambrose scrambled to his feet and swiftly took off running. "Damn it, how did you find me?" Ambrose exclaimed as he fled. Larry closed the distance with determined strides, swiftly executing a grappling technique to tightly restrain him. "Alright, Eagle! I've been searching for you for ages. I seriously can't believe you're here taking a vacation!" Driven by anger, Larry tightened his grip, twisting Ambrose's hand painfully. "Ouch! Captain Whitmore, please, spare me! I won't run anymore! Please, let go!"