Chen Changan was thoroughly impressed by how shamelessly Mei Yaozu admitted defeat.
Was that really necessary?
What a presence. Good grief, anyone who didn't know better would think he'd won.
"So, what exactly did the two of you do to prove your courage?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
At that, Mei Yaozu hesitated, seeming to find it difficult to speak.
After a moment, Mei Yaozu suddenly patted Chen Changan on the shoulder and asked solemnly, "Your father and I go way back. It wouldn't be out of line for me to call you nephew, would it?"
"Uh... No, I suppose not. What's with the sudden act?" Chen Changan asked, confused.
"You'll understand someday."
"All I can say is, your father... was a walking disaster!"
"You poor kid."
What the hell?
Had his father dug yet another hole for him?
"Could you just explain what you mean?"
"What kind of hole did he dig for me this time?" Chen Changan asked helplessly.
"What goes around comes around. Your father's misdeeds from back then will probably all come back to haunt you."
What did he mean, they'd come back to haunt me?
"If you've got a grudge, take it up with the one who owes you. Go after him, not me."
"The problem is, who the hell can find your father? He's so mysterious... It's like he's on the run, hiding from place to place every day."
"The last time I saw your father was who knows how many years ago. I haven't heard a thing about him since."
"I don't even know if he's dead by now."
Hearing Mei Yaozu's words, Chen Changan replied irritably, "Soon."
"Huh? So suddenly?"
"Then we ought to have a drink."
"No rush. We'll have time to drink later."
"Right, no rush. We'll wait for the banquet."