Chapter 185
"Mr. Green, my boss isn't in the game," Craig said with a laugh.
"If he's not in the game, why do you call him your boss?" Tiston replied while forcing a smile.
"Because... I admire him a lot," Craig glanced at Icarus as he spoke.
He often recalled the night Icarus faced nearly a hundred thugs wielding iron rods, displaying a legendary performance that left him in awe.
"You admire him?" Tiston gave Icarus a cursory glance, noting his slender build, which suggested he wasn't good at fighting. Icarus' clothes didn't scream wealth, and he lacked any imposing presence. He looked like an ordinary person.
What was there to admire about someone like that?
But Tiston kept his thoughts to himself. Instead, he waved to his companions standing behind him to take a seat. He then announced, "Today, my friend, Craig, is treating us. This club belongs to his family, so feel free to order whatever you like."
The young thugs cheered, taking the microphones and launching into loud singing.
Icar
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