Chapter 133. Bastard!

On a golf course in London, a man was bent over holding a golf club. He squinted, measuring the distance and the target where he wanted his ball to end up.

“How have you been feeling lately?” Someone suddenly asked from behind.

Dante ignored him. He stepped back and swung his club, hitting the white ball until it soared far and landed near the golf hole. The ball rolled and stopped before going into the hole.

“That wasn’t very good,” commented the man standing not far behind Dante.

“Isn’t there a session today?” Dante asked as he took a step back. He continued his game without paying any attention to Mr. Lewis.

“No, no. I had a lot of free time, so I came here,” Mr. Lewis said.

Dante ignored him again. He hit his ball again. It hit the previous ball and pushed it into the hole. The last ball slowly rolled in as well.

“Amazing!” Mr. Lewis exclaimed. “You play it like billiards.”

Dante glanced at Mr. Lewis and handed him his gold-plated