"Let you go? Do you think you can go back?" Atlas looked down at him with an imposing stance, making Loak uneasy.

Soon, he became agitated.

"What do you want? There's no use holding me captive. I don't know anything!" Loak was very defensive, completely retreating into his prickly shell.

Atlas glanced at him with disdain. "Do you think you're valuable? You're just an ant there! The boss can take your life at any time. You'd better answer my questions honestly."

Loak examined his pale toenails as he touched his dark feet.

"How is the man you're keeping?" Atlas asked, his eyes fixed on Loak.

"He's okay," he grumbled. "It's not my doing, yet you captured me."

His tone indicated dissatisfaction, showing he remained stubborn even in this situation.

The translator did an excellent job translating the conversation.

"How many meals does he get every day?" Atlas continued, and I was a bit puzzled. Why was Atlas asking seemingly irrelevant questions?

"Two meals! What else does he need