Chapter 372 Six Lunatics

• “Boss, Mr. Floyd wouldn't stand us up, right? It's already this late.” At the side, a chubby guy in a floral tank top and matching shorts, his feet bare, suddenly sat up and questioned the man sitting across from him.
• “Chunky, are you out of your mind?” Responding to him was a woman sitting nearby, endlessly gazing at herself in a handheld mirror. “Mr. Floyd has already paid us. He didn't need to do that.”
• With a grin, Chunky remarked, “True that. Though, Uggo, aren't you sick of always staring at yourself in the mirror?”