"Are you Wu the Pockmarked?"
Chen Yang looked at him and opened his mouth.
Just now, Chen Yang sized up Wu the Pockmarked, and Wu the Pockmarked similarly sized up Chen Yang.
Seeing that Chen Yang was just a young man in his twenties, he showed a rather playful smile on his face.
"Hey, you young man, don't you have any manners? Calling an elder by his name like that?" Wu the Pockmarked said with a playful tone.
Hearing this, Chen Yang's brow furrowed even deeper.
In the countryside, there is indeed such a saying.
As long as someone is older, they are elders of the younger generation in the village and need to be respected.
But this kind of respect only applies to good people.
For someone like Wu the Pockmarked, a rogue and scoundrel, there's naturally no need to show respect.
