The middle-aged man was about two meters tall and burly, and his face was full of beard. Just standing there, he exuded a faint sense of oppression.
Most importantly, the man looked at Bryce with hostility in his eyes. It felt like his treasure, which he had treasured for a long time, had been stolen.
"Father..."
Cindy looked at the middle-aged man with a mustache and shouted weakly.
Yes, the man in front of her was her father, a level-4 warrior, Count Tyson.
"Father, aren't you drinking with Uncle Hyman over there? Why are you here?" Noticing the resentment in Count Tyson's eyes, Cindy asked with an awkward smile.
Glancing at Bryce, Count Tyson snorted, "If I don't come over, are you going to live with the Hyman family directly?"