Joel rushed to Pentagon Hospital and tossed a suit at Kyle, ordering, "Change and come with me!"
"I'm recuperating, Dad! Where are you bringing me?" Kyle inquired with bemusement etched on his face.
"To a banquet!" Joel answered.
"I don't want to go. My arm is broken, and I'm now recuperating. Why should I attend some banquet?"
Kyle instantly lost interest after hearing that.
He had attended quite a number of banquets, and they involved nothing more than feasting and drinking besides singing each other's praises. Furthermore, he would have to wear a suit that would keep him very much uncomfortable. Hence, he didn't feel like going.
"Do you know who's hosting the banquet this time, you b*stard? It's Mr. Gunn!
