Jeff has a faint smile on his face as if he just hasn't said something depressing.
"I'm dying, my son. I'm not joking. I have stage 10 cancer. And only my powerful strength and body were barely able to hold it. But I surmise that 30 years from now on, I'm gonna die..."
"You know, for powerful genetic warriors, 30 years is just like months. So, before all that, I want to train one of my grandsons to take my position. I don't want my hard-earned position to be in someone's hands. It should be on my family."