Yellow Weasel froze from my blow and hurriedly explained:
"B-Bro, have you got the wrong person? Have we met before?"
Fuck your little act. Just keep pretending, then. Fuck!
"Wrong person?"
Slap!
"You said I got the wrong person?"
Slap!
"Hey, fuck your mother! You even forgot to take off those sneakers on your feet, and you still dared to come out and rob me?"
I was so pissed off that I charged up and unleashed a huge Flying Kicks.
"Fuck off!"
The big Yellow Weasel was utterly baffled by my beating.
But after hearing my reminder, she looked down. Fuck, wasn't that exactly it?
She had been in such a rush when she came out, afraid I would get too far away, that she had even forgotten to take off her shoes.
But on second thought, since she had already been found out, then so be it. She was only facing a human—so what if he knew she had tricked him before?
Besides, she had already reached the point where the arrow was on the string and had to be loosed. Since she had been recognized now, she might as well go all the way and rob him anyway.
Once Yellow Weasel came to her senses, not only did she not rein herself in, she cursed without the slightest remorse:
"Fuck, I'll lay my cards on the table—I'm done pretending! I'm the woman from that cornfield, and I'm robbing you today! What the hell can you do about it?"
Hearing that made me even angrier.
Fuck me, listen to this—after all these years of running around, I'd always been the one robbing others. Nobody had ever dared rob me!
And today, I ran into this inhuman thing. If you wanted to rob me, you could've just come at me