Lowbrow Fear (9)
Batters was in a state comparable to being ruled by lust, so of course he wasn't easy to stop or reason with.
But as the saying went, it was hard for one person to teach another. Life, however, could teach you in a single lesson.
Fu Qian hadn't meant to reason with him in the first place. He'd only wanted to help him recognize the bloody reality.
Even the math was just three minus one, a single-digit subtraction problem that any kindergartner could handle.
"Wen?"
The reassuring thing was that, at that moment, the wheels in Batters' mind finally started turning again.
He dragged his gaze away from the Jellyfish Vampire and looked around several times before it landed on the crowbar in Fu Qian's hand. Then he spoke a name in disbelief.
So the tough guy's name was Wen?
Fu Qian had at least learned the tough guy's name, but despite all the commotion earlier—and now someone calling out to him—his teammate still didn't reappear.
"How did you get those things?"
Rather than waste time reminiscing, Fu Qian gestured toward the tools in Batters' hands, now that the man was capable of holding a conversation again.
"I don't know..."
Unfortunately, the question immediately brought back the confusion in Batters' eyes.
"I followed you in...and found this place, but I didn't see the flash just now. I thought I'd use the light to take a look, and then the light was in my hand...
You don't know what happened?"
It sounded like he had no memory of the whole handoff either. The next moment, he even asked Fu Qian about it.
"You ran a little too fast. Anyone would think you were all planning to keep everything for yourselves."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian shook his head too, adding