Chapter 690: I am Hawk

Andrew's tiger body shook.

Boom!

A pair of wings as bright red as blood suddenly unfolded from Andrew's back.

The next second.

The blood-red wings became as hard as blood-colored steel, flashing with blood-colored cold light under the moonlight, shooting overwhelmingly toward Hawk, who had appeared in the backyard at some unknown time.

Hawk did not dodge or evade, looking calmly at the blood-colored wings shooting toward him.

Ding, ding, ding—

One blood-colored wing after another suddenly shattered just as they were about to touch Hawk, and after emitting crisp metallic clashing sounds, they fell weakly to the ground.

Just in the blink of an eye.

The grass in front of Hawk was already covered with a dense layer of blood-colored wings.

Andrew shielded his wife Amy behind him, looking vigilantly at the visitor whose appearance seemed somewhat familiar under the moonlight, his tone low and carrying a hint of a "fight to the death" flavor.

"Who are you!"

"Hawk."

Andrew was looking at Hawk.

Hawk was also looking at Andrew.

This counted as his first meeting with his biological father in this life.

Hmm.

The way they met was quite unique.

Just like the last time he met Amy.

But……

Once again, Hawk did not have any heartfelt emotional stirrings.

After he had condensed his timeline together and awakened the Seventh Sense to raise his life level to the "God" tier, in fact, there were very few things that could make him feel special joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

Hawk understood that this was the spontaneous emergence of divinity.

However!

Just now, when Andrew recounted that he had awakened long ago but stayed there for the sake of his son, daughter, and wife, and then thought about killing that Death Angel about to awaken, and then committing suicide so as not to leave Jehovah any leverage to threaten his son.

To be frank.

At that moment, Hawk's heart was touched for a second.

Although it was only for an instant.

But touched was touched.

Hawk did not deny what had already happened.

Parents love their children, so they plan far ahead for them.

This sentence suddenly popped into Hawk's mind, his gaze sweeping past Andrew before him and landing on Amy, who was shielded behind Andrew.

He also thought of a conversation between Amy and Wanda.

At that time, Amy, after seeing him and Anya being adopted, never paid attention again because she was afraid that her appearance would bring discomfort to Hawk and Anya's new life.

And just at the moment Hawk announced his name.

Amy, shielded behind Andrew, suddenly felt her body tremble, subconsciously wanting to step out from the wings of her husband, which had always been warm.

Andrew felt Amy's movement and hurriedly spoke up.

"Amy……"

"It's okay."

Amy struggled to lean out from Andrew's side, her gaze falling first on the person standing in the backyard, whose jawline was as sharp as a blade, thin lips pressed tightly, wearing a custom dark gray suit, the shirt collar snow-white, especially those eyes that inherited her own deep blue.

Her eyes stared fixedly at Hawk, her voice trembling slightly.

"Andrew……"

"Hawk……"

"That's our son's name!"

When Amy said the last sentence, her voice already carried a hint of sobbing.

After Hawk and Anya were born, the two did not take names because Andrew and Amy were thinking of asking the priest to help name them during the baptism.

As a result……

Hawk's name was revealed by Amy when she was chatting with Wanda.

Andrew heard Amy's words, his tiger body shook again, and he likewise widened his eyes to look at Hawk standing in the backyard.

This time he reacted.

Why he felt Hawk was so familiar; it was because Hawk's nose bridge was exactly the thin, straight nose bridge he had inherited.

Andrew's voice trembled, his pair of tiger eyes staring fixedly at Hawk.

"Are you…… really our son?"

"……Yes."

Hawk nodded with a calm expression.

Amy lost her voice instantly, covering her mouth and crying bitterly.

Hawk looked at Andrew with a calm expression.

He paused.

"Since you've returned, then stay."

"It's quite nice here."

"No one will come to disturb you."

"As for the Death Angel and those two birdmen, I will handle them."

Hawk spoke as such, then turned and disappeared.

Andrew's eyes shrank violently, and the moment he took a step toward the backyard, with a "boom," his figure seemed to hit some transparent barrier, blocking his exit.

This is!

He was being placed under house arrest by his own biological son?

After Andrew steadied his figure again, he widened his eyes.

"Hiss!"

"Hawk has barrier-ed the entire house?"

"……Have you two finished watching the show?"

Hawk, who had reappeared in the guest room of 123 Westview, heard the two women still lying at the window with wide eyes watching the show, his mouth twitched, and he reminded them.

The voice fell.

The two women sitting at the window were like startled deer, standing up from their small stools with a "whoosh."

Gwen turned around and looked at Hawk: "So fast?"

Wanda was also a bit curious: "You didn't even say a few words to them."

Hawk was silent, meeting the gazes of the two women, which were different in words but meant the same thing, expressionless: "I am not good with words."

He had always been like this.

Compared to words, he preferred to speak with his fists.

Whether it was his past life or this life.

In his past life in the East, he used his fists less, but in this life, before he had even gone to study at Midtown High, he didn't know how many times he had already swung his fists.

For himself, and also to protect his sister.

At that time, when fighting, the wins and losses were half and half.

But it didn't matter if he lost; there were many of them, so he would grab one person and beat them, the main point being: "If you have the guts, beat me to death, otherwise I will kill you."

The most important point.

Parents?

He didn't have them in his past life; he seemed to have them at the beginning of this life, but that old thing Jehovah messed it up.

Damn it!

Jehovah, you just wait for me; if I don't pull your head off and use it as a urinal, I'll take your surname from now on. ===== CHAPTER 692 =====