The young king cobra mutant awkwardly straightened up, rubbed beneath his eyes, and said,
"You can see it yourselves. I don't really have any say in front of my boss. I really am just his little underling. Usually he only comes over to talk to me when he's in a good mood. If he's not, I don't dare bother him—let alone go looking for him to chat."
Hayes asked bluntly, "Then when does he feel like talking? Is there a specific time?"
Karl shook his head. "How would I know…"
Both Hayes and Albert felt a bit at a loss.
A grown man who got huffy at the drop of a hat, refused to talk when he was angry—he sounded like a firecracker waiting to go off.
By this point, Hayes's impression of this so-called "boss" wasn't very favorable.
"Why is he in a bad mood?" Hayes found it baffling, his tone carrying a faint hint of mockery. "What happens if you bother him? Is he going to beat you up?"
Between the lines, it was clear he thought Karl was just too timid.
