"Why didn't you just give me a call! Could you not have given me a heads-up the moment you were out of danger! You know very well what kind of junk I've got piled up in my basement, and with an arms cache buried right beneath my ass, I was losing sleep wondering when I'd get blown straight into the sky!"
"And you told me you'd be paying the brothers, but in the end I went and ran my mouth, the brothers glared at me for three days, and by the end they were looking at me all funny!"
"And another thing, why did that driver have to go so fast? Tell me the honest truth, Boss, did you spot me from the start and deliberately make him drive that fast..."
"Will, has Uncle's genes been modified or something? I remember he wasn't like this before," Oswald leaned over, covering his mouth as he muttered.
"Menopause syndrome, probably. Age catches up to you, nothing to be done."
Qin Wei grabbed a slice of pizza and finished it in two bites, then sucked on his fingers.
His dietary structure for the past few months had been dominated by high carbs, and a thin layer of fat had surfaced over his stomach, leaving the crisp, rugged eight-pack abs he'd had when he first transmigrated only faintly visible.
Oswald, on the other hand, had constantly kept his diet in check, and as a result his physique was very well maintained.
Qin Wei remembered that the Penguin in the comics always had a short, plump look, and he just wondered if this timeline's Oswald would eventually race all the way toward middle-aged weight gain.
"Are you guys even listening to me..."
Having vented his stress, Royce slumped dejectedly back into his chair.
"Oh~ of