"Is it really okay to do this?"
"Don’t worry about it. That old man does nothing but complain. He won’t actually do anything to me."
‘Sure, he wouldn’t do anything to you. But as for me? He’d probably strangle me on the spot if he could!’ Joke thought, shuddering as he caught John’s fiery glare from behind.
As soon as Lia stepped forward, the Patriots personnel instantly snapped into action, taking their positions with sharp precision. She led Joke toward a BMW parked at the very front, where one of the team members opened the car door with practiced formality.
"Thanks," Joke muttered in a subdued voice. Honestly, he still couldn’t get used to situations like this no matter how many times they happened.
The more he looked around, the more he felt that these people didn’t seem like an ordinary E-Sports team’s staff.