Cameraman Never Dies

Chapter 87 How to kidnap a four year old

After finishing the roasted mutton chops with a side salad and a semi-decent soup, Judge wiped his mouth with a napkin. The soup was extremely good, but Judge's intransigent mind refused to allow the dish to be as good as the Worrak steak.He let Lediya take back the tray and then decided to immerse himself back in his studies. But before he could, his sister decided to unreasonably intrude (knock on the door) upon his holy residence (his room).

Judge sighed as he got up from his seat with great effort, he sighed again after he got up and went towards the door at a leisurely pace, and then he sighed again after he opened the door. "What do you want?" Judge sighed.

His sister seemed to be disappointed in his answer, What?! Did I say something wrong? The judge thought about what he could have said wrong, but according to how he usually acts, this should be a normal response.

Then why does she look so discontent? Did she catch on to my acting? No way, I have always acted irresponsibly and indifferently in the house. Then what is the matter now? Judge was

The man wore a cream double-breasted coat and a gray flat cap, he had a golden-rimmed monocle on his left eye, which was unusual since most wore it on their right eye. He had a sharp jawline and a trimmed beard.

He turned towards Judge, sipping another mouthful of tea from his cup which nobody had any idea why he had one. His sharp, hunter-like eyes pierced Judge, the dark iris was even more menacing.

Judge seriously wondered if he had been just a victim of random teleportation and he was interrupted while he was having his evening tea in his spare time, because that was the look he gave.

The man put down his cup after gulping down the whole tea, the cup just evaporated like it did not even exist, it just added to Judge's anxiety. He wanted to sigh, but his danger instincts told him not to move, who is he? He certainly is powerful, he does not even mind Mom's defensive runes.

"Judge," The man spoke in a calm, serious tone, "Wanna head out?"

He would have rejected the offer without a second thought— after all, 'stranger danger.' But he recognized the voice, one he knew all too well. "Dad?" he asked, his tone filled with confusion.

The voice of this man was his dad's, but the appearance— while he had no choice but to accept he was good looking— he was not as good as his father, who had red hair and golden eyes.