Kacha.
The Old President dropped his cup on the table. The hot black tea was spilled all over the table and soaked the paper. However, the Old President didn't seem to care. He just stared at Sereck who sat before him in disbelief. He couldn't help but look at Sereck, who wryly smiled.
"You dare come early in the morning just to kid me? Do you not think that I might beat you up, Sereck?"
"I wish you would, old bud."
Facing the Old President's half-threatening words, Sereck helplessly spread his hands.
"If you can really beat me out of this dream, I'd really appreciate it."
Upon hearing Sereck's words, the Old President stared at him for a while before he sat down again, but even now, his face was still pale.
"You know what? You make me feel like you're telling a joke. Two legendary level figures under 20 years old? Even a drunken fool wouldn't say such a thing. "
"I wish I were crazy, but it's true."