The Fatty looked at Lin Qianqian, who was in exceptionally high spirits, with mixed feelings. A strange emotion welled up inside him: disgust, helplessness, and even a hint of relief.
If all the Night Watch were people like her, how much better would things be? He and the Doctor wouldn't have had such a hard time getting this far.
But then he came to his senses. Even Lin Qianqian as she was now was far beyond his ability to handle. Besides, she hadn't been like this when she first arrived. She'd hidden it well—so well that, with Ding Zhenzong's help, she had nearly used an alarm clock to kill him and the Doctor.
The Doctor had forced her to become this way, step by step.
But the Fatty had no sympathy for people like her, only hatred. They had already taken far too many innocent lives, including those of his family and friends.
The day of the final reckoning was approaching. The Fatty could feel it.
"Ah... Aah!"
A piercing scream interrupted the Fatty's thoughts. Lin Qianqian shrieked like a madwoman. Everything was unfolding exactly as they had predicted: after taking a heavy blow, the Head Fiend suddenly sprang up and slammed into Lin Qianqian.
The tremendous force knocked Lin Qianqian to the ground. The Head Fiend opened its mouth wide and lunged to bite her. In a bizarre stroke of luck, Lin Qianqian held the knife crosswise, and its sharp teeth clamped onto the blade with a crunching sound.
Even Lin Qianqian wasn't so stupid that she couldn't tell she'd been tricked. She shoved hard, abandoning the knife, and sent the Head Fiend sprawling. Then she scrambled to her feet and ran. "Mr. Luo... Mr. Luo, save me!"
But escaping wasn't so easy. The blade had split the corners