Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
Feeling Marcus's enthusiastic embrace, he wanted to speak, then stopped; stopped, then wanted to speak. His gaze at Russell was filled with bewilderment.
What the hell was this? What was going on?!
"Well, it's a long story..."
Russell pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed helplessly.
Only after a long while did Marcus finally release him. But before Huai Shi could react, Marcus grabbed his hand again, as though afraid he was a phantom who might vanish at any moment.
Unbelievable.
"Russell, you've become so much younger!" he said in shock. "Even your race has changed!"
"..."
Huai Shi no longer knew how to respond.
Yet Marcus seemed to finally understand something. He took a step back, looked at Huai Shi, then at Russell beside him.
"So that's it!"
He exclaimed in sudden realization, "You bastard, did you secretly get plastic surgery? And you even brought the doctor here to introduce him to me?
Quick, Doctor, make me look exactly like him..."
"Uh, Mr. Marcus, he... isn't a doctor..."
"Then is he your father?"
"My ass!" Huai Shi snapped. "My dad's been dead for years!"
Marcus nodded knowingly. "Right, you told me your mother passed away early..."
"Ahem." After coughing twice, Russell stepped forward and said seriously, "Marcus, we came here this time because there's something important..."
"You needn't say anything. I understand already!"
Marcus cut him off, muttering to himself, "I can already feel it!"
Huai Shi tried to pull his hand free while Marcus was talking to himself, but that hand suddenly shot out and seized his wrist again, gripping it as hard as an iron clamp.
"It's war."
Marcus murmured, fire seeming to burn in his black eyes. "The scent of war! Yes, you're planning a war, Russell, I know... A fight