Cold sweat broke out, and his entire body stiffened where he stood.
At that moment, one of the people beside him noticed his condition and asked curiously,
"Fat Ball, are you all right? Why are you sweating so much? Did you overdo it and wear yourself out?"
Fat Ball's rigid gaze slowly shifted toward his companion. He instinctively opened his mouth... but the words he wanted to say
never came out.
A small knife stabbed into the side of his neck and was swiftly pulled out. The wound slowly split open, and the words Fat Ball wanted to say
were forced back down as fresh blood began constantly
pouring into his windpipe.
"Fat Ball? Fat Ball!?"
But Fat Ball no longer had the mind to answer his companion. Instead, his body stiff, he slowly turned his head,
and what came into view... was a pair of... utterly
emotionless eyes.
When he saw those eyes, the last thought that crossed his mind was...
Are those still human eyes?
The knife had stabbed directly into his spine, severing the nerves. Without nerve signals directing it, his heart began to beat erratically before stopping,
and Fat Ball finally saw clearly the woman standing before him... dressed entirely in leather.
"Clang!!"
Fat Ball's massive body crashed to the ground, leaving a human-shaped grease mark when he hit the dust-covered surface.
"Fat Ball!? You! Who are you!?"
When the person beside him saw Fat Ball fall, he first looked toward Fat Ball. But in the next second, he noticed a color that should not have appeared on the city wall. Although all their people wore black security uniforms, none of them wore high heels!
Following Fat Ball's corpse upward, his gaze moved over a pair of black suede high heels. Their heels were the thick