Although he could not see it, Mr. Finch knew that Linfeng felt uneasy.
What he said was shocking enough.
"You don't have to think about it too much. It's just my conjecture as a… leader, based on the movements I observed. However, if what I'm thinking is true, then you might take it as a warning. Hopefully, I'm wrong."
Mr. Finch looked at Linfeng.
His greying sideburns were particularly striking.
"Though, the deeper I investigate, the truer it seems to be." Mr. Finch sighed. "But I am already old. The constant battles that will ensue will just make me older and tired."
"In a few years, I will be retiring."
Linfeng's eyes flashed.
Mr. Finch was indeed an elder, but he was not old enough to retire, unlike Old Xiong. Old Xiong had not even retired yet. Why was Mr. Finch expressing his intentions of retiring? Did he have a sickness that he hid secretly?
Rather, were all of these even true?
