The Secrets of the Inn

Benjamin frowned.

"You’re the mafia lord?"

The old man once again looked disgusted, "I am no mafia lord."

Benjamin was confused, "Why did you say that you’re Chief Silverfox then?"

"Because I am Chief Silverfox."

"Shouldn’t Chief Silverfox be a mafia lord?"

"Who told you that Chief Silverfox must be a mafia lord?"

"..."

Benjamin was made speechless. The word ‘chief’ started to sound alien to him.

This was another awkward aftermath of him overthinking.

The old man looked at Benjamin as if the latter was retarded. His look was so intense that Benjamin nearly started questioning himself of his intelligence.