Capítulo 73: Tons Of Achievements!

Hugo and Collins dragged themselves into their dorm like two zombies fresh from a horror movie set.

Their clothes were wrinkled, their hair disheveled, and their faces etched with pure exhaustion. 

Hugo's feet shuffled against the floor, barely lifting with each step, while Collins muttered under his breath, glaring at the world like it personally offended him.

"I can't believe Sanchez conned us into doing his dirty work," Collins muttered, his voice a mix of bitterness and disbelief. "Professional cleaners would charge too much, my ass. That guy is rolling in cash."

Hugo groaned, rubbing his sore arms. "Don't remind me. My soul left my body halfway through scrubbing vomit off that chandelier. Who even pukes up there?"

"Probably that guy who was hanging upside down screaming he was Spider-Man," Collins replied flatly.