David Carter was already sturdy enough, but the person in front of him was big enough to fit David Carter inside. Six foot three, three hundred pounds—just standing there, he was a wall of flesh. This was none other than the third roommate from David Carter's college dorm, the fat guy Brian Thompson. Back then, they were all about the same age, except the fourth was a bit younger. Among the four of them, David Carter was the oldest.

“What are you looking for? You already broke our rocking chair. I’m telling you, get out right now.” That sharp, harsh voice of Grace Parker came from inside. But at this moment, David Carter was hidden behind the fat guy, and Grace Parker clearly hadn’t noticed him.

“I’m telling you, he’s about to move out of here for good, so don’t come hanging around our place anymore. What if you break our floor tiles with all that weight? Just look at all that meat—you make me feel hot just looking at you.” Grace Parker said, clearly annoyed.

“So you’re that Grace Parker, huh?” After Grace Parker had gone on for a while, Brian Thompson finally spoke, his deep, booming voice coming out between breaths: “I’ve heard the boss mention you before. Didn’t expect you to be even prettier than he said.”

“Hmph… Well, at least he’s not blind.” Grace Parker tried to keep a straight face, but she wanted to smile and tried to hold it in, making her expression look extremely odd. In fact, she couldn’t hide her smile anymore. She thought to herself, that David Carter seems pretty proper, but who knew he secretly admired her looks. Well, at least he had good taste.

David Carter stayed silent behind the fat guy. Even just from that smug little hum from Grace Parker, he knew exactly what she was thinking. But no one knew the fat guy better than David Carter. Not only had they spent four years together at school, but after graduation, when the fat guy couldn’t find a job for a while, he’d stayed with David Carter for over half a year. Back then, Grace Parker hadn’t married the landlord yet, so she didn’t know the fat guy—otherwise, she definitely wouldn’t be so happy now.

The fat guy was big, his voice was deep and solid, and he always wore a simple, honest smile. But no one was more secretly cheeky than him. Even before he got this fat, “cheeky” was his nickname.

“Our boss has sharp eyes. He said ever since you married the landlord, every time he comes back it’s like stepping into a dream, like walking into a movie.” The fat guy grinned, speaking with an honest, sincere tone.

“Don’t think a few nice words will let you stay here. Looking at you is like looking at a pile of pork belly, and you already broke our chair. If you want to wait for him, go wait outside.” Grace Parker couldn’t hide her smile anymore, thinking, could it be that David Carter has other intentions toward her?

“Fine by me.” The fat guy nodded in thanks. “I don’t have the boss’s mental strength. Living in a Resident Evil every day, with something scarier than a skeleton wandering around in front of me—I really can’t take it. At most, the boss just has nightmares, dreams of Resident Evil, killing zombies with no flesh on their faces, scarier than skeletons. Me, I just can’t do it.”

“Whoosh…” Grace Parker’s face instantly turned deathly pale. “You… you…”

“Bang…” The fat guy suddenly stomped his foot, making the floor tremble slightly. He took a step forward and his voice boomed: “This is my boss’s house. I’m here to see my boss. Who the hell are you to tell me what to do? Don’t even think about infecting me with your mutated virus—I’m not afraid of you.”

“Ah…” The fat guy’s towering height, over three hundred pounds, six foot three—pulling a stunt like that, he scared Grace Parker so much she fell to the floor, trembling all over.

“Fatty, you’re here. Why didn’t you call me first?” At this moment, David Carter appeared at just the right time. He ignored Grace Parker sitting there, went straight over to open the door, and said, “It’s hot outside. I’ve got a fan in my room. Come in and let’s talk.”

“Boss…” The fat guy still called him by their old dorm habit, and grinned at Grace Parker: “Just kidding. Honestly, you look better than anyone in Resident Evil… by just a little bit. Really, you don’t have to be modest. I’m telling the truth.”

“Ahem…” David Carter cleared his throat, and only then did the fat guy squeeze into the room.

“Boss, what happened to your hand? They said you just had an amputation. Damn, is it true? I was so scared I took a day off just to come over.” As soon as he entered, the fat guy anxiously grabbed David Carter’s arm, looking it over from left to right.

Seeing the bag in the fat guy’s hand, with his own clothes and wallet inside, David Carter knew he’d made it through the hospital ordeal for now. At this point, only the hospital knew about his amputation. As for the fat guy, facts spoke louder than words.

“See for yourself. They wanted to amputate me. Apparently, someone else was getting amputated at the same time. But it wasn’t a big deal. Look, I’m perfectly fine.” David Carter stretched out both hands for the fat guy to check.

“But they said you just had an amputation…” The fat guy scratched his head and looked at David Carter’s arm, but there was nothing wrong with it.

“Alright, you’ve seen enough.” David Carter took the bag from the fat guy’s hand and said, “Go sit on the bed. Don’t break my chair too. Haven’t seen you in a few days—how come you’ve lost weight?”

The fat guy immediately brightened up, looked at his own belly, and said, “Boss, even you say I’ve lost weight! I’ve cut my dinner portions by a third lately. Looks like it’s really working.”