Upon hearing the last word, the man's ears twitched, and for the first time, he turned his gaze to someone other than Willy.

However, as if he had seen something, before the little boy could finish speaking, he ran straight off in one direction.

At the end of the road stood an extremely tall and muscular man. Even though he was far away, just seeing his figure was enough to inspire fear.

He was nearly two meters tall, with no clothes on his upper body, revealing his well-defined muscles. He wore a rubber apron, and old, congealed bloodstains formed a unique "picture".

Most strikingly, he was wearing a burlap sack-like "mask" on his head, with two roughly cut holes to reveal his gray-blue eyes.

The mouth area was marked with a red arc, resembling a strange smile.

Upon seeing the man appear, the little boy froze on the spot, unable even to run away. Water soaked his pants, dripping and forming a small stream.

By this time, Willy had already run up to the man. Compared to the man, his figure was extremely petite, barely reaching his waist. However, he showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he stood on tiptoe and waved for the man to lower his head.

As he moved, the man obediently bent over, like a loyal dog bowing its head.

Willy placed the grass wreath on his head and took two steps back to admire his work.

The scene might seem comical—a man as imposing as a mountain with a grass wreath adorned with red flowers on his head—but apart from Willy, no one could laugh.

"Mr. Butcher..."

Unexpectedly, the first to break the silence was the boy, who was already trembling like a leaf.

He used a respectful title, then continued in a trembling voice:

“I only said one sentence to Willy… I definitely didn’t run into him!”