Odin tilted to one side, clearly not expecting Chen Fan to say something like that. After all, he was the Norse Chief God, a figure at the very top. Yet when he came over to greet someone here, he was treated like a stranger.
"I am Odin, the Norse Chief God! You don't even know me? No wonder people say the gods here belong to a backwater Pantheon."
"So it was you. Sorry! I don't remember anything ugly. Didn't you say you wouldn't arrive for another three days?" Chen Fan had recognized the old man from the start, but he had been about to take his girl to bed. Why not just pretend he did not know him? The old man had knowingly come over to greet him anyway. What an annoying old man.
"You really don't know how to respect the elderly. Why have young people these days all become like this? The talks are one thing, but since I came here, naturally I had to properly appreciate the local customs. That's why I arrived early," Odin said with a smile.
Chen Fan looked at Odin with disdain. "You came here to experience the local customs?" As he spoke, Chen Fan swept his gaze around the area. Everywhere, there were signs advertising how much they charged per hour.
Some places offered certain special services, while girls dressed in school uniforms stood outside receiving customers. Combined with the old man's expression, Chen Fan could tell at a glance that he was a shameless old lecher.
"Ahem! I merely happened to pass by here," the old man said with a light cough, as though coughing could make his words more convincing.
"Lord Odin! It troubles me greatly when you keep wandering around places like this! You are a god, so please