The two gently clinked their glasses together. Ye Chen tilted his head back and drank, suddenly feeling the wine was particularly spicy and burning his throat. At this moment, Ye Chen had lost all desire to drink, instead thinking about how to avenge his father.
"Ye, you must remember, never let hatred blind your eyes!" Elder Pang patted Ye Chen's shoulder and said, "A real man should know when to pick up and when to let go. As reprehensible as the Church is, you must first accumulate your own strength, then slowly expand and nibble away at the Church's territory!"
"Hmm!" Ye Chen nodded.
"Remember, I'm standing behind you!" Elder Pang laughed heartily.
"Thank you, Elder Pang!" Ye Chen nodded respectfully.
"Thank my ass, I just think of you as my grandson!" Elder Pang laughed heartily and said, "If you get a chance, just call me Grandpa Pang!"
"Uh..." Ye Chen was taken aback, gave an awkward smile, and said, "I'm more used to calling you Commander Pang!"
