The Handsome Giant Consortium seemed to wait in the restaurant, bantering and feasting.
At this point, there were no outsiders. There was only handsome fatty and his loyal subordinates. The rest had made excused and eventually left, leaving only Davis sitting beside the fatty.
Davis didn't talk much unless addressed.
He just sat, savoring the delicacies that he never had the chance to eat since he had always been given the best of the best, like dragon and phoenix meat. The various tastes exploded in his mouth, extending his taste palette.
He just silently listened beneath his crow mask.
Finally, someone who wore the uniform of the restaurant came in and whispered into the fatty's ear.
The handsome fatty's expression turned solemn.
