Chapter 92

"Good grief!"

"There's a monster!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Get the Golden Cudgel—oh, to hell with monsters! Give me the gun!"

"The gun?"

When I walked into the tent, I saw the fat guy pulling open his waistband and peering inside, while Skinny wore an utterly helpless expression.

These two were a pair of clowns.

"Ahem. Hey, Fatty, your gun won't do you much good. At most, you'll get a kick that makes sure you never have kids."

Fatty jerked his head up. Then, as if he'd realized something, his face turned ashen. He glanced at me, covered his crotch, and backed away, shaking his head.

Skinny immediately looked at me.

"Who are you?"

His voice sounded pretty righteous, but it would have sounded more convincing if his hands weren't trembling.

"Hehe. We've been neighbors for over a week, so I thought I'd come introduce myself. I also wanted to let you know that, starting today, I'll be living here too."

"Dream on. We found this place!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"So you're saying... you won't let me stay here?"

I smiled at the two of them. Skinny seemed to sense something and hesitated, but Fatty answered right away.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"Oh?"

Still smiling, I took out my pistol and waved it in my hand.

"Uh... Heroine! Put down the weapon and spare my life!"

These two really were a pair of clowns!

"Pathetic! What a coward. Watch me!"

Skinny spat at Fatty, then turned to me. His expression suddenly changed, and he put on an incredibly sleazy grin.

"Hehehehe... Big Sister, Big Sister, we can talk this over. There's no need to draw weapons!"

I looked the tall, skinny man up and down. To be honest, he wasn't all that thin. He just looked tall and skinny standing next to Fatty.

He