In a certain restaurant in Capitol City, within a private room, two equally tall and imposing men sat together.
Evander Lancaster gazed downward, twirling his wine glass, his straight and dense eyelashes concealing the emotions within.
"Finnian Xenos, the incident from back then... truly wronged you and Uncle Locke."
Max Locke chuckled, "There's no need to talk about being wronged or not, it's been so many years, why bring it up?"
After speaking, he lifted his wine cup, "Come on, George, let's have a drink, brother to brother!"
Evander Lancaster also lifted his wine cup, and the two men heartily downed their drinks after clinking glasses.
Today, Max Locke was dressed casually, but his upright sitting posture was a habit developed over many years.
Placing down the empty wine cup, Max Locke picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a drink, and sighed, "It's really you who... paid a hefty price to suppress the matter."
