When the bar staff saw South Grant, their expressions were quite unnatural.
The last incident was too impactful, and they still remembered it.
South Grant happened to bump into Fly just as he entered.
With sharp eyes, Fly noticed South Grant the moment he walked in.
Fly immediately ditched his friends and ran up to South Grant, fawning,
"Dad South, where have you been lately? I went to the military district several times to find you, but Commander Foster wasn't there, and neither were you. Where did you go?"
"Went into retreat," South Grant casually waved as he spoke.
Hearing "retreat," Fly looked enormously impressed, his eyes shining.
"Can you take me with you next time?"
"There won't be a next time." South Grant thought to herself; she would not waste her time again. For some reason, she could never master what Langston Caldwell taught her.
