However, before he could ask.
Stephen turned to Oliver, teary-eyed, "Boss." He called out, his voice stifling into nothingness.
Victor, on the other hand, took a step back in fear.
After being thrown down the building, he was scared of Oliver.
"Yeah, it's me."
Oliver ignored both of them and strolled towards the campfire.
He casually picked up a grilled chicken and took a bite.
As the shadows of his followers appeared over the building, Oliver bit and ripped apart the chicken leg, chewing hot meat covered in fat and sauce.
"Tastes good. 8 out of 10. Do you want to start a grilled chicken business?" Oliver asked, amused.
He never expected the chicken to taste that good.
His words made the duo gloomy. They looked down at the ground simultaneously, hiding their sadness.
"Hm?" Oliver sensed the change in their expression. "What happened while I was away?" He was about to inquire, but sensed the air behind had changed.
Neither Stephen nor Victor seemed to have sensed it.
