After a few drinks, Lionel's face turned slightly red. He sighed. "We're getting old. The future belongs to you, young people. Mr. Johnson, if the McClain family faces any troubles in the future, please help us deal with them."

Before Eric could nod, Ruth irritably said, "Dad, what trouble could our family possibly face?"

In her view, the McClains were already powerful, and even families of the same level wouldn't dare provoke them easily.

"Who can predict the future? Mr. Johnson, will you promise?" Lionel asked.

Eric nodded. "Sure."

He wanted a good relationship with the McClains. After all, who wouldn't want to be on good terms with them?

Lionel laughed heartily. "Let's have another drink!"

After a few more drinks, Lionel was getting drunk, surprising the family members who hadn't seen him drink this much in over a decade.

It was getting late, and Eric and Sylvia needed to leave.

Lionel got up. "Eric, I'll see you off!"

Was he really drunk? He staggered as he escorted them