"Who... are you?!"
Though it was a simple question, it carried an eerie menace, like a silent beast fixing its gaze upon its prey. The atmosphere in the room immediately grew somewhat heavy.
"Brother Biao is a lieutenant!"
That kind of imposing aura might have been terrifying to others, but on Brother Biao, it was utterly useless. He looked smugly at the middle-aged man. "It's fine, no need to call me Lieutenant or anything. Just call me Brother Biao. Let me use your room to roast a whole lamb, and Brother Biao will give you a lamb leg!"
The middle-aged man was visibly stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, the look he gave Wu Biao became rather strange.
Wu Biao had already begun moving. He had to hurry, or Old Garp would catch up soon. Not only would he get beaten, but he would not even get to eat the roasted whole lamb.
After looking around, Brother Biao smashed the table beside him to pieces right before the middle-aged man's eyes. He piled up the wood and prepared to start a fire, but when he reached into his pocket, he remembered...
His white lab coat had been burned, and then everything suddenly froze. His cigarettes and lighters were still trapped in the ice, and he had never gotten them out. After all, when he came out wearing nothing but shorts, Garp had immediately given him a beating before dragging him away by force.
"Hey, buddy, got a light I can borrow?" As he spoke, Wu Biao untied the bundle. The little lamb inside bounced out and started running around. The instant the middle-aged man saw the sheep, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Roasted whole lamb?
Roast this?
The little lamb first glared at Brother