"Ah!"
The sudden attack startled Iron Head, who had been standing at the front of the group and leading the way for the two of them.
Faced with the enormous gray-furred rat that had shot out of the darkness, the fierce-looking, bald, burly man shuddered from head to toe in fright.
He cried out and staggered backward, his heel even catching on a piece of rubble on the ground. If not for the wall behind him supporting him, he likely would have fallen flat.
Xia Nan put strength into his arm and flung the Gray Fur Rat, which had been skewered through the chest like meat on a kebab, from the blade to the ground.
He casually shook the remaining blood from the sword, his gaze sweeping over the rat as it twitched with growing weakness, its life rapidly draining away.
Xia Nan looked toward Iron Head at the side, a somewhat strange expression on his face.
He still remembered the first time he had met the man, and the arrogant bluster Iron Head had shown in front of Jeff and that passerby inside the Tailor Shop.
He had not expected him to be so pathetic now when facing nothing more than a slightly larger rat.
Mistaking it for some crucial detail he did not know about, Xia Nan could not help asking, "What's wrong? Is there something special about this rat?"
"No, no, there isn't." Realizing that he seemed to have behaved far too disgracefully, Iron Head's face still held a trace of lingering, deathly pallor as he denied it again and again.
"It was just... too sudden. I didn't react in time. Normally, this kind of Gray Fur Rat is something I catch and eat with the brothers in the gang."
"It actually tastes pretty good." He rather