"Both of you, come with me," Obo interrupted our conversation.
We both swiveled our heads toward him in perfect synchronization, our attempts to hide our frustration failing miserably.
It was becoming apparent that this bald man had a deep and abiding love for the sound of his own voice, and our eye rolls might as well have been synchronized too.
"What's with the face?" He started berating us again. "Do you think you're some kind of hot-shot now just after defeating Ije?" he sneered in contempt.
"Let me tell you this.." He started talking .
'Here we go again' I sighed.
The longer I spent in this gang, the more I became convinced that it was a magnet for the weird and the dimwitted. I couldn't help but feel like my IQ was taking a nosedive just by virtue of being in this place.
I exchanged a quick, glance with Changmin, both of us sharing a silent understanding "OBO talks a lot"
