Unconsciously, his mindset had already shifted to that of Zhao Rui's subordinate.
Big Head watched the two of them eat with a cheerful grin, not saying a word. It was as if he were admiring a pair of interesting dolls, in no rush at all.
Only after they finished their meal did he get up, hopping down from the massive bench. "Let's go," he said. "I'll take you to your quarters. Tomorrow—oh, no, I can't wait. I'll match you two with suitable opponents tonight."
As Big Head spoke, his tongue involuntarily flicked out to lick his lips.
The blue tongue was exceptionally conspicuous.
"What are the rules?"
Zhao Rui asked with a frown.
"There are no rules. Your victories are the rungs of your own ladder. As you climb the path to freedom, you will gain unexpected honor and power."
Big Head waddled forward, his gaze sweeping over everyone present as he let out a cackle.
His laugh was as grating as a screech owl's cry.
