Chapter 47: Could You Stand It?

"You dead Fatty, what are you yelling for?" The moment Duncan Paillard shoved the door open and barged in, Seth Santee's face darkened like a storm front. "Master! Your disciple has suffered so much looking for you!" Duncan lunged forward and wrapped both arms around Seth's leg like a drowning man clinging to driftwood. "Who's your master?" Seth's scalp practically went numb. Was this dead Fatty doing it on purpose, just to mess with him? "You have to accept me! I mean it, Master. I truly...