"A-An Kai, you brat?!"
"How the hell did you die too?!"
"No! You're not dead."
"What the hell is this [Summoning Gate]?!"
"Huh?! You summoned me even after I died?!"
"What kind of trick is this?!"
"No wonder you let me choose and left the two of us to die."
"So you had this up your sleeve all along!"
"You planned this ages ago, didn't you?"
"Once I boarded your pirate ship, there was really no getting off."
"I'm dead, and you still dragged me out to do hard labor."
"What kind of nonsense is this?"
Before the [Summoning Gate], Hanks wore a miserable expression, rambling on about his grievances.
An Kai ignored him, silently watching Hanks with an amused expression.
What had this old bastard called him earlier? "An Kai, you brat"?
Hmm.
An Kai felt he had a score to settle with Hanks.
Perhaps Hanks had gone senile, or perhaps he had only just been summoned and had yet to get his bearings.
He seemed not to notice An Kai's expression at all.
He kept muttering about being so old and not even getting any peace after death.
As he spoke, he reached out to put his arm around Widow Wang's shoulders, just as he always had.
His instinctive reach caught nothing but air.
"Huh?"
"Where is she?"
Hanks froze, looking blankly at An Kai. "An Kai, you brat, where... where is she?"
Hearing "An Kai, you brat" again...
An Kai felt a little warmth in his heart.
It was precisely this rather disrespectful way of addressing him that he had always wanted to protect.
Because this was the real Hanks.
This was his true old friend.
But knowing that was one thing.
If he showed no reaction at all to being called "An Kai, you brat," would