KMA: Kickass Man A Is Back

Chapter 65 All The World's A Stage

Atlas put the bunch of keys into his pocket and turned towards the residence.

Looking at his indifferent and casual movements, as well as the bunch of keys that seemed to fall out at

any time, Jennie smiled bitterly.

"Does he know the value of that villa? That's the Plenilune Pavilion, the best villa in Lanceham!"

After Jennie left, Atlas returned home.

There was no one at home. Francis and Giorgio were not there.

Atlas found a small notebook and began to write and draw something on it.

He finished it in a few minutes. It was the martial practice methods he wrote for Zander Scott tomorrow.

Of course, these were not true cultivation methods. It was created by Atlas according to the methods

that Queen Kane used. Its power was much greater than the one that Atlas had given Queen Kane.

No matter what, since it was written by Atlas himself, if it was spread out, it would definitely cause a

great disturbance on earth.

After a while, Francis came back from grocery shopping and asked Atlas if he was happy at the party.

Atlas responded with a smile.

In the evening, as usual, Atlas sat cross-legged to cultivate while Viviana slept alone on the bed.

The next day, Atlas did not go to the clinic with Viviana. Instead, he went to find a place outside and

continued to practice.

He did not return until seven o'clock in the evening.

It was about eight o'clock when he returned to the gate of the residence. Zander, who had been waiting

for a long time, suddenly jumped out of the corner.

"My master!" Zander knelt on the ground and said sincerely.

Atlas said, "Get up. Don't let others see you."

"Yes!" Zander stood up and bowed his head respectfully.

Atlas looked up and down at Zander and found that he was wearing a cyan robe today which was very

clean and had no patches.

His hair was also very smooth. He must have carefully prepared before coming.

It could be seen that Zander attached great importance to his first meeting with Atlas today.

Atlas gave the martial practice methods he had written yesterday to him and said, "Take it!"

"Is this... the martial practice methods?" Zander was so surprised that he forgot to pick it up.

"Didn't you say that to be a martial artist should consider one's age and physique? I'm so old, can I still

practice?" Zander was a little worried.

He had always wanted to be Atlas' disciple and had never thought of becoming a martial artist. Instead,

he wanted Atlas to initiate him into the craft.

He would die in peace as long as he got to learn about it.

Atlas said, "There are no restrictions on me. If your talent is not bad, I can consider letting you officially

be my disciple."

"Really? Thank you, my master!" Zander was overjoyed. He took the notebook and looked at it

immediately.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Atlas suddenly saw Giorgio quietly walking behind a car.

"Zander, cooperate with me to put on a show. Now, you are my master." Atlas suddenly said.

"What..." Zander was stunned for a second. He rolled his eyes and quickly said, "Okay."

In an instant, Zander stood straight and showed the look of a master. Anyone who saw him could not

help but be impressed by him.

With Zander standing there without a word, Giorgio would definitely believe he was the master.

However, no wonder he was a charlatan, Zander's acting skills were even better than some

professional actors.

After sensing Giorgio's departure, Atlas said, "All right."

Zander immediately changed back to his respectful attitude and said, "My master, you really keep a low

profile! Sure enough, keeping a low profile is the best way to show off!"

Atlas glanced at him and said, "Go back and work hard. Call me if you don't understand something. If

you can't satisfy me with your cultivation progress, I will take back everything I gave you."

"My master, don't worry. I have waited for you for more than half my life. Surely I will definitely work

hard to cultivate!" Zander Scott swore.

"The practice methods I taught you must not be imparted to outsiders, or I'll destroy your Divine Soul!"

Atlas said sternly, while creating an illusion of terrifying scenes filled with blood and corpses in his eyes

which made Zander stunned on the spot.

"Go ahead!"

When Zander woke up from the shock, Atlas was already 100 meters away.

"How did Master made such an illusion in his eyes? How could a person be so powerful?" Zander was

even more in awe of Atlas.

Back home, Atlas saw Viviana sitting on the sofa watching TV and Francis cleaning the table. Seeing

him in, Francis said with a smile, "Atlas, your father is waiting for you in the study. He wanted to ask

you something."

Atlas had expected that Giorgio would definitely ask him some questions. He nodded and said, "Okay,

I'll go right away."

Francis was a little worried. When Atlas passed by her, she pulled Atlas and asked in a low voice,

"Atlas, are you hiding something between you and your father from me? I haven't seen your father talk

to you every now and then!"

Atlas didn't want Francis to know these things, so he said with a gentle smile, "Don't worry, Auntie. It's

nothing, just some common problems."

"Okay, I believe you." Although she said so, her eyes were still full of doubt.

In Giorgio's study, the lamp was a little dim. Giorgio rarely lit a cigarette for himself.

Atlas remembered that Giorgio had not smoked for a long time.

"Take a seat!" Giorgio's voice sounded a little tired. His attitude was much gentler than the last time he

talked to Atlas.

Atlas sat on another chair and looked at Giorgio quietly.

"Is the old man your master?" Giorgio looked at Atlas and asked.

Atlas knew that he was talking about Zander, but Atlas did not respond.

No response meant he was not lying. As the Emperor Cosmos, he really did not want to lie to a mortal.

If it were not for the fact that Atlas was still too weak to reveal his real identity, he would not have asked

Zander to deceive Giorgio.

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as a yes." Giorgio said. "Actually, I understand why you don't tell me.

Some experts have strange tempers. He must have asked you not to tell outsiders!"

Giorgio's smile suddenly became a little self-deprecating. "You do really keep it as a secret that you

didn't even tell your family."

Giorgio had been talking to himself, while Atlas never said a word.

"How much did you get from that expert? Is it also a secret?" Giorgio asked.

Atlas still did not speak. He really did not know how to answer, because it was a lie.

Giorgio was a little annoyed. He suddenly stood up, stared at Atlas, and said coldly, "It seems that you

are not going to say a word."

Atlas remained silent.

Giorgio suppressed his raging anger and turned his head away. "Leave!"

Atlas immediately stood up and left without any hesitation.

After closing the door, Atlas heard the sound of Giorgio pounding the table in the study and the

unpleasant curses.

Atlas ignored him and returned to his bedroom to continue cultivating. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

There were only more than ten days before the school opened, and Atlas didn't bother to go to the

clinic. The first thing he did after breakfast every morning was to find a quiet place to practice.

He had insisted on this routine for three days.

In the past few days, Giorgio did not look for him, but his attitude toward Atlas was better than before.

Atlas naturally understood what Giorgio was thinking, but he pretended not to know.

Because he was getting closer and closer to the mid stage of Foundation Phase, Atlas urgently needed

to find a quiet place to cultivate.

On this day, an uninvited guest suddenly came to Atlas.