Horatio nodded enthusiastically, his face lighting up with excitement. "Thanks, Boss! Thank you so much! I love meat, and I want to eat lots and lots of it!"

Abel could not stand another second of it. The veins on his forehead were throbbing as he snapped, "Horatio, get a grip already! What did you just call him? Huh? Say it again?"

Horatio tilted his head with a completely innocent expression. "I called him 'Boss'. What's wrong with that? He just beat the crap out of me, and it really hurt. I couldn't even fight back, so if I don't call him Boss, what else should I call him?"

Abel felt like his chest was about to explode from pure rage. This idiot brother of his had a one-track mind and only respected two things in life—brute force and endless delicious food.

And now, Andrew had managed to deliver both.

"Horatio, don't listen to him! I'll kill him for you! You want food, right? I'll get it for you right now! I'll buy you whatever you want!" Abel shouted desperately, trying