"Nice to see you again, Howard!" Cyril extended his hand proudly.
In his view, times had changed. Previously, at the gas station in front of the music academy, his wife was taken away by Howard right in front of him, and his revenge was thwarted by the crowd.
Back then, Howard was held high, celebrated by everyone.
Now, in the safe zone, through his own efforts, Cyril had once again become the esteemed leader of the safe zone, high above the masses. And Howard?
He was indirectly responsible for Ford's death, a murderer, and a thief despised by everyone for somehow stealing food from the safe zone.
The difference in their statuses was like night and day!
Howard did not extend his hand.
In fact, he was indeed busy, holding Quinn's thighs and vigorously moving her in the air, with no hands free for shaking.
A virtual illusion had created a barrier around them, preventing others from entering or seeing inside.