Crown Prince

After Yang Bo transformed into Bart, he arrived at the agreed location and saw a massive estate on a ridge not far from Wan Dao City. From there, they could overlook Wan Dao City, the Ring Hotel, the Great Arena, and vast stretches of beautiful beach. "Dead Fatty, tell me honestly—how much did you rake in playing watchdog?"

"I earned all this myself." Although Allen was fat, he gave off an impression of brute strength. His muscles were all extremely solid.

Allen had yellow skin, small eyes, a not-too-large nose, and a not-too-large mouth. Of course, it might have been because there was too much flesh on his face, making his nose and mouth seem smaller.

"Pah, you definitely took kickbacks. If I'd known the taxes would be raised, I should've taken your position."

"Anyone who wants subsidies has to pay me first," Yang Bo said.

"Bart, why are you talking so crudely? What kickbacks? They're called Gratitude Fees," Allen said irritably.

"Fine, fine. You're a watchdog now, a civilized man." Watchdog had once been a term the two used to curse people—those working in departments that could oversee nobles.

Because the two of them had often caused trouble in the past, the Noble Affairs Department frequently investigated them.

"You scared the hell out of me that day. I thought your superpower had improved, but you dropped right back down after one second."

"One second was enough. What about you?" Allen had no other superpowers, only immense physical strength. Still, his physical toughness ranked among the highest of all A-Class ability users.

"Hurry up and change."

"If we get there late, all the good girls will be picked over."

"With your indiscriminate tastes, do you even need to pick?" The fatty himself was physically formidable, so he was very popular