"I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long. Please accept my most sincere apologies." Old Brad immediately placed a fist over his chest, his expression full of regret. Clearly, after 'that incident,' he could no longer treat Chen Fei as a simple young man. After all, even a legendary assassin like Jack the Blade had fallen at his hands. How could he, Old Brad, possibly compare? He was, at best, a Vampire Duke—nothing more! It was the kind of involuntary reverence that everyone unconsciously felt when facing a powerful individual.
"...I was just joking, esteemed Old Brad. Perhaps you don't need to be so formal," Chen Fei said, slightly stunned, a faint smile touching his lips.
"Not at all, esteemed Sir Chen. I have arranged a grand banquet for tonight in your honor. I do hope you will grace us with your presence," Old Brad replied with a smile.
