Zarek opened the door to reveal a familiar fat and skinny duo. Well, Salman wasn't exactly skinny—it was just that Jean was very fat.
However, compared to the first time they knocked on his door, they looked a lot more furious this time around. There was a darkness to their faces, and their bodies were drenched in sweat.
It didn't take Zarek much thought to realize why this was. They had probably gone around the whole building trying to find him because he hadn't reported to anyone that he had chosen to move.
Thinking of this, Zarek couldn't help but chuckle. Imagining them having to keep up the same rage-fueled intent with every door they knocked on was hilarious.
"You." Jean pointed a finger, and Zarek's laughter faded.
"Put your finger down before I break it."
The sudden cold and sharp turn in Zarek's tone made Jean shiver from head to toe. The fat man took a strong step back and stumbled, falling to his ass.
