"I had a friend..." the old man began.
Tang Fei glanced at the old man. Conjuring friends out of thin air?
Whatever topic men might be discussing, if they start with that phrase, it's likely about themselves...
Tang Fei suspected the old man was spinning another tale. If it really were just a story, he would leave without looking back and never trust him again.
He had listened to his two stories, and he did not want to listen to a third...
"From a very young age, his dream was to become a General."
"I was the opposite of him; I was afraid of death, afraid of bleeding, and didn't dare to go into battle and fight, so I wanted to work behind the scenes, designing Intelligent Armor or weapons to help him in his battles..."
"We both had made a promise early on, striving toward that goal. He battled through the bloodshed at the front, and I backed him up by crafting the most powerful military weapons and Mecha."
