However, the commander slowly held up four fingers, his reserved expression carrying an air of unfathomable mystery.
After all, he was a man too. He ought to satisfy a little masculine vanity.
"Impressive! I knew my nose wasn't wrong. We're the same kind of people..."
With the expression of someone who had finally found his organization and comrades, Siegfried became even friendlier toward Kevin, deliberately or otherwise boasting about his playboy romantic history.
As he spoke, the handsome white-haired man took a deep sniff of both himself and Kevin, looking rather intoxicated.
"Pure... reeking of scumbag..."
Faced with this unique "compliment," Kevin's eye twitched, and his formerly genial expression nearly cracked.
"No, making friends is too casual. It's not satisfying enough..."
Under the commander's subtle flattery, Siegfried felt as though he had met a kindred spirit too late.
Then, the handsome white-haired man glanced at Count Richard, who was watching from the side, slapped his thigh, and eagerly made a suggestion to Kevin.
"Since we get along so well, why don't we..."
Cut off a chicken's head and burn yellow paper, then become sworn brothers from different fathers and mothers?
Kevin immediately thought of Wei Xiaobao and Duolong, those brothers in name only. The dissonance was overwhelming.
"How about becoming my son?"
Yet the excited, expectant words nearly made Kevin choke to death.
The commander immediately drew his pistol expressionlessly and fired directly at the scumbag's feet.
"You're trying to take advantage of me, you bastard!"
Siegfried hurriedly jumped away and raised both hands, his face full of grievance and innocence. Even so, he could not help muttering under his breath.
"Why? That old guy Richard and I are already from the same generation. Logically speaking, there's nothing wrong with sorting out the relationship like this..."
"Besides, don't you think..."