Good food and good rest makes for a good day!

"So... that's all?" I asked.

"Yeah. We had a party that night." Alex repeated, grinning.

"No, no, you don't have to repeat your ending sentence just because it wasn't cool as you thought. I am asking, is that all?"

"Umm, yeah?" Alex tilted his head.

"No, you bastard!" I snapped. "That explains nothing about what you need from us."

This fucker, get to the point!

"Oh, labour when we attack." Alex said, still as frivolous as ever. "And maybe, Yeo-Jung will need your help to crack things or something."

What the hell? That story was a fucking waste of time? Return the readers' two chapters, motherfucker.

"Then you didn't need to tell us all this—"

"HE DID!" Eric interrupted me. "The heck do you seize a secret navy ship and expect to get away with it? Oh, my god!? This is nothing close to drugging your customers!!"

Ah, classic Eric. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "You'll get used to it buddy, you will."