It was already late at night, and the city's glow had considerably faded. Darkness enveloped the surroundings, with street lamps burning like torches. But in the city's most bustling area, the lights were still on, people coming and going, as if it were beyond the constraints of day and night.
"You've got quite the appetite."
Bologue's expression was somewhat complex. Across from him, on the table lay half a fried chicken, two beef burgers, fries, and mashed potatoes.
On his own plate, there was only a sandwich with fried egg and bacon, along with a glass of orange juice.
Bologue was a disciplined person. He thought it wasn't wise to eat too much at night, especially greasy things. His only indulgence was drinking a little.
"Work really consumes a lot of energy."
Palmer said as he stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth. It was unclear how his mouth was constructed to fit such a large chicken leg, but only the bone came out.
