On the weekend, Lance and Alberto sat on the bench at the tourist pier, chatting while the sea breeze blew.
"Do you know?"
"They've given you a new nickname."
The wind ruffled Alberto's hair as he looked at Lance, feeling very nostalgic. Three years ago, Lance had approached him for... he couldn't quite remember how much money it was.
Two or three hundred bucks, that's probably it.
It was for such a small amount that he found him.
At that time, he was attracted by Lance's calm demeanor and decided to give Lance a chance.
For him, it might have been a casual act, but for Lance, it was a huge help.
Just in three years, Lance overturned the underground order of Golden Port City and became its "Black Emperor," which left him with a sense of melancholy.
He took three years to walk a path many people can't complete in a lifetime. As a witness, participant, and perhaps even an "Enlightener," Alberto felt a sense of honor amidst his reflection!
