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Chapter 115: Bros
“Ho. . .How?” I said as I gasped, trying to suck as much air as I can only to express how shocked I was because of the unexpected turn of events.
“What do you mean how, little brother?” My big brother asked, on his face was a mark of stifled laugh that he was trying so hard not to reveal it to me but it seemed that he was no genius in hiding laughter so he failed doing it anyway. “Do not tell me you are trying to question my capabilities as a son of our father Hercule Exposito? Remember, I am older than you, boy. That only means I know a lot more complicated stuff than you do. If you think you are good at disguising, and so is me,” he bragged in a delicately confident manner, and he followed it up with an engaging smile on his face. It made me flustered. “Now, get up from that cheap little death bed and ready your self because we are to begin yet another hard problem,” he added after a short break.
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