Fran slowly put down the phone. He looked at the old brothers in the room, and at first, there was a bit of a smile on their faces.
After all, seeing Fran make a fool of himself was quite an amusing event.
It's not that they wanted Fran to lose face, but they placed themselves in a superior position.
Just like how the gentlemen occasionally dressed in ordinary clothing, weaving through the streets and alleys, finding a small restaurant where they'd never dream of sitting, and then they wipe down the greasy tables, ordering a meal they would never usually touch, and enjoy it with gusto.
They see this as a contrasting life experience, hiding their identities and presenting themselves modestly, roughly the same idea.
For so many years, apart from a few people who could make Fran lose face, no one else could, but Lance managed to do it.
This made everyone find it very amusing.
But as they laughed and laughed, they couldn't laugh anymore because Fran's face became sullen.
