Hearing Chen Fan look down on him like that, Makarov leaped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and shouted at Chen Fan, "What? You dare say that about me? I was just off my game yesterday. If you've got the guts, let's go again." As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves as if ready to have it out with Chen Fan.
"Fine, come on!" Chen Fan taunted Makarov.
"Come on, then."
"You come on."
Suddenly, a voice rang out. "This is bad, Master! Phantom Lord is attacking the guild!"
"What?!" Chen Fan and Makarov shouted together. Only then did Chen Fan remember that Phantom Lord was supposed to attack Fairy Tail, but he had not expected them to come so quickly. The Master was not at the guild right now. He had no idea what had happened there, and anxiety rose in his heart.
He grabbed the man by the shoulders and shouted excitedly, "Tell me! How is the guild right now? Is anyone hurt? How are Erza and Mira? And—"
"Kid, calm down," Makarov said to Chen Fan.
Only then did Chen Fan come to his senses. Too much had happened recently, and the brain that had not learned how to think for so many years was struggling to keep up. He released the man's shoulders and said, "Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away just now." The man waved his hand to show that he was fine.
The man turned to Makarov again and said, "Master, Phantom Lord is leading people to attack our guild. What should we do?"
Makarov fell into thought as well. Then he suddenly raised his head and said to Chen Fan, "Kid, I'm leaving this matter to you."
Chen Fan instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he