"Ah, revenge? Young Master Chen is joking. If my son is truly still alive, then Young Master Chen would be my brother. I wouldn't have enough time to thank Young Master Chen on behalf of all my ancestors... Please, if Young Master Chen knows anything, inform me at once. There will be a handsome reward!" Murano Tomoyama's words were sincere, a genuine expression of gratitude.
Chen Tang could keenly feel this sentiment. The difference in affection between a son and a nephew is clear to see—let alone when the nephew has conspired to kidnap and murder his own cousin.
Actually, Murano Tomoyama had always harbored doubts about this fact; the only problem was the lack of conclusive evidence. His son was "dead," leaving Murano Tomoyama with no choice, so he hadn't taken any further action.
Chen Tang's eyebrows twitched twice as he glanced at Yamada Keiko, "General! There's no need for a substantial reward. How about you give Miss Huizi to me instead?"