Well, Old Lin's move had stunned everyone.
Kneeling? Apologizing? What kind of logic was that?
Why show so much respect to a hired fighter from a common family?
"Old Lin, have you lost your mind?"
Old Ghost Chen stepped forward to pull Old Man Lin up.
But Old Lin shoved him away and snapped, "I don't know you! Stay away from me!"
Then he turned to Xu Mu with a fawning smile. "Young Master Xu, I truly knew nothing about their business. I only wanted to give you five hundred million as a welcome gift..."
Xu Mu wagged a finger.
"Your people injured all my Pokémon."
Old Man Lin hurriedly said, "Then another three hundred million for medical expenses. Give your Pokémon the best care, Young Master Xu."
One hundred million in medical expenses per Pokémon. Would that be enough?
The words made Old Lin's heart bleed.
Three hundred million in medical expenses! How many years would it take him to earn that?
Damn Old Ghost Chen. Useless fool—he couldn't do anything right!
This was no time to settle scores with Old Ghost Chen. Old Man Lin's priority was to appease Xu Mu.
Who could have imagined that the son-in-law of Western Europe's Chief would attend a gathering of their little families—and come as a hired fighter, no less?
Did Xu Mu have some strange hobby? Did he enjoy crushing opponents far beneath him?
"Hmm. Three hundred million should do. Barely."
As Xu Mu spoke, he realized Old Man Lin must have learned of his powerful connections.
Otherwise, the man would never have humbled himself like this.
It made sense. Being the Chief's son-in-law might not sound as impressive as being a blood relative.
But everyone knew Chief Kale had only one daughter!
Xu Mu was effectively Western Europe's prince