Before long, a figure walked in from outside.
"Where's that purple-haired kid?"
At the sound of that voice, everyone immediately knew Lin Chen had arrived.
Sure enough, a moment later, Lin Chen pushed open the door and entered.
When he saw that the purple-haired youth before him really was the Trunks he remembered, Lin Chen froze for a moment and nearly blurted out his name.
Fortunately, Lin Chen suddenly noticed Vegeta and Bulma were also present and stopped himself just in time.
If he exposed Trunks's identity and caused the Trunks of his own world to disappear, that would be a terrible mistake.
"Hello, Mr. Lin Chen!"
Trunks had already turned around at the sight of Lin Chen and nodded politely, though there was a hint of hesitation in his movements.
"Hello..." Lin Chen greeted him, then said, "You must have something you want to tell me. How about we talk in the garden outside?"
"Huh? Oh, sure!" Trunks paused, then nodded in agreement.
After that, Lin Chen led him out of the room and into the garden, away from everyone else.
Once he was certain that no one except Piccolo, with his extraordinary hearing, should be able to hear them, Lin Chen asked, "All right, you can say whatever you like here. You don't have to worry about Vegeta and Bulma overhearing, either."
"Huh?" The purple-haired youth froze for a moment, then asked uneasily, "Mr. Lin Chen, what do you mean?"
"Heh, do I need to spell it out?" Lin Chen smiled. "Just tell me why you're here, Mr. Trunks."
Trunks jolted, never having expected anyone to call him by name.
He had kept his identity a secret from everyone all this time, including his own parents.
How had this man, whom he had only just met, learned his