Charlie nodded. “Understood.”
The old man let out a deep sigh. Rubbing his face, he grumbled, “If I knew that you had such skill, I wouldn’t have rushed to you! Now, I’m not just tired to the bone, I was even slapped multiple times! Damn, how unlucky!”
He then continued, “Is my face still red?”
Charlie replied, “A little.”
The old man grumbled once more. “Tell your mother that I ran into a pole if she ever asks.”
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