"Please, guys, don't look at me like that. My parents are indeed heroes and worthy of everyone's respect, and I am grateful for all of you remembering them! They're my pride and joy, but please don't compare me with them. I am nowhere near as great as them. I haven't done anything worthy of receiving the same level of respect as them," Myne, with a forced smile, waved his hand and spoke honestly.
He had full confidence that if his parents knew about his deeds, let alone giving him praise, it would be a miracle if they didn't climb out from their graves and beat him to death with them.
However, people seemed to have misunderstood Myne's words, thinking that he was being polite. From the crowd looking at him, one man whom Myne had never seen in his entire life shouted excitedly:
