Meanwhile…
"Tch!" Chuck clicked his tongue as he carried his untouched plate, glaring at everyone in the cafeteria who was looking at him like he was some kind of spectacle.
"You losers…" he grumbled, hearing snickers and sneers from a certain direction.
When his eyes fell on a particular table, there they were — some people from the Inner Circle. And around those guys? The same ones who used to lick his shoes.
Chuck's eyes glinted, the veins in his forehead protruding. "I'm gonna kill all of you someday," he scoffed, holding himself back because, unlike everyone else, Chuck's only "reward" was that he didn't get punished.
He heard everyone else got some points or different rewards. He even heard some of them getting promotions in their departments. Even Izu got something from it, even though he was still the captain of the weakest team in the Order.
