" No it's not Son. I just thought you had more thinking brain box than your mother." He joked.

" Don't you dare Father, don't you dare speak ill of my precious mother." He became furious, so clouded by anger.

" We both know a fight is the most silliest option right now. The Reds definitely has the backing of the Blooders, we don't stand a chance against them." He told him, hoping he would reason with him.

" Ohhh! You are indeed right Father. Then how? How shall we get the victory we deserve."

Alama at times admired his Father's wisdom.

" A Flu, Alama. Let's spread a flu...