The short and stout man stopped after entering, struggling to bend over, his protruding chest and even more protruding belly collided fiercely, making a "splat" sound.
The short and stout man looked at the man sitting on the bone chair and respectfully said, "Lord Gray Mist, I am back."
The man referred to as Lord Gray Mist did not move, continuing to be lost in thought.
The short and stout man's three chins, joined together on his face, trembled a few times. After thinking for a while, he raised his voice and called again, "Supervisor! I am back."
Only then did the man come back to his senses, slightly tilting his head to glance at the stout man, and asked, "Are all matters settled?"
"I have checked the north and east, found some minor issues, and hurried back to report." The stout man replied.
"The north and east?" The man furrowed his brow, "So, half of the areas are still unfinished? Gorlov, your efficiency is a bit low."
