"Where are we going?"
A group of people was traversing the streets, taking the center without regard for the vehicular traffic passing by. In fact, if the carriages or any other transportation constructs saw them, they would have to swerve and move around them or take another path altogether.
In front of the group was a handsome fatty.
He walked vigorously, the fat on his body quivering non-stop as though they were working overtime. Following him were a group of powerful experts who didn't seem like his subordinates as they maintained a distance and kept a refined outlook.
Nevertheless, his subordinates from the Handsome Giant Consortium were also there.
It was none other than the handsome fatty Davis had met when entering the Eighth Bastion City.
The handsome fatty turned to look at the group of people he was traveling with and said in a humorous tone.
