Chapter 429. The Torturer's Artistry

After taking a critical hit to his self-esteem, the fatty fell silent for a few seconds. However, he soon recovered his usual demeanour. The thick skin on his body wasn't just for decoration. He was shameless enough to shrug off such minor insults without blinking. Under the strange expressions of the six weirdos watching him, he straightened his back, leaned forward dramatically, and pretended to be deep in thought while rubbing his thick chin.

This shameless act of feigning seriousness lasted for three minutes, until No.1, unlike the fatty, didn't have all day to waste on such trivialities and couldn't take it anymore and broke the silence.

"Mr. Gristle, what is your further plan for your 'Wife'?"