"You two are flattering me. Perhaps I'm not that formidable."
With one offhanded statement, Dongchuan Ichiro made Matsumoto and Takayama realize that the Dongchuan Ichiro before them was no longer the child they once knew.
The meaning of Dongchuan Ichiro's words was simple—he wasn't particularly impressive; instead, his brother was simply too incompetent.
Feeling Dongchuan Ichiro's dissatisfaction, Matsumoto and Takayama said nothing more. After all, Dongchuan Tairou was now missing and possibly dead, and there was no reason to do anything pointless over someone who had lost his value.
"So, tell us why you called the two of us here this time?"
Takayama didn't want to waste too much time with this child. In his eyes, Dongchuan Ichiro had never been someone worthy of equal treatment.
Seeing the impatient expression on Takayama's face, Lin Beichen could already guess his thoughts. Dongchuan Ichiro's face showed dissatisfaction.
