As the Clan Leader of Macau's Five Big Families, ranking third, Ma Kun was nearly thirty years older than Chen Yaoyang and certainly had the authority to call him nephew. Chen Yaoyang accepted it without retort, but the corners of his mouth still held the subtle trace of a cold sneer.
Of course, he understood why the other party had called him. It was most likely an attempt to fish for information and figure out who, exactly, Mr. Chen was.
So, Old Master Ma, even you have a day like this? Interesting, very interesting. You're starting to feel the fear, aren't you? Heh.
Chen Yaoyang rejoiced internally, yet he maintained an air of ignorance.
"So it's Uncle Ma. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" he asked with a faint smile.
