Plates of well-made desserts were prepared on the table, their aroma sweet.

Prince didn't touch them at all. Instead, he couldn't stop talking cheerfully.

"Harvey… I mean, Mr. Harvey, you probably don't know that I'm having the best day of my life today. I'm almost openly humiliating all the old geezers in the Elder Group! What's the point of living until such ripe old age if all they're thinking is running away without even fighting?

"How the hell did they manage to come up with such an idea? It's too bad I'm not as strong as you. If I had your power, I would have already smashed their heads on the floor!"

Opposite Prince was Harvey, who was holding his fork in mid-air. He looked at how Prince's saliva sprayed onto the dessert in front of him. Speechless, he put down the fork.

"In your opinion, how many of these elderly want to fight?" Harvey said.

"Less than one-third," Prince said after giving it a thought. "If no one wanted to fight, they wouldn't even be bothered with the