Ma Hongjun knocked on the door.
No one answered.
"Boss Dai?"
He knocked a few more times.
Still no answer.
Ma Hongjun frowned and tried pushing the door.
It was unlocked and swung open with a creak.
The room was empty.
The bedding was neatly folded, everything on the desk had been cleared away, and even the wardrobe was empty.
Ma Hongjun froze where he stood, his little eyes blinking once, then again.
"B-Boss Dai?"
He walked into the room and looked around, astonishment covering his plump face.
He went over and touched the bed.
Cold.
Then he opened the wardrobe.
Empty.
The expression on his plump face shifted from confusion to something more complicated, finally dissolving into a quiet sigh.
"So Boss Dai... left."
He murmured to himself, without much surprise in his voice, as though he had always known this day would come.
From the preliminaries until now, Ma Hongjun had not been blind to the hatred and fear Dai Mubai had kept suppressed to the breaking point whenever he faced Dai Weisi in the arena.
He had simply never wanted to think about it: Boss Dai, who had swaggered through the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City, fearing neither heaven nor earth, actually had someone he feared.
Well, now he had run away.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Oscar wandered out of the next room, rubbing his bleary eyes and muttering, "Fatty, what are you yelling about this early... Is Boss Dai still asleep?"
"He left." Ma Hongjun turned to look at Oscar. "Boss Dai left."
Oscar froze.
He walked to the doorway and glanced inside.
Empty.
Clean.
As though no one had ever lived there.
The two exchanged a silent look. Neither spoke.
They both knew about Dai Mubai's mess with the Star Luo Imperial Family,