The young man introduced himself in a deep, resonant voice as he reached out with a rough, large hand to steady Evan by the shoulder.
"You fucking okay, buddy?"
Evan smiled and nodded. "I'm fine. Just a little dizzy."
Fack Boy murmured an acknowledgment, then took a drag on his cigar, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs.
"Please don't take what just happened to heart."
"No matter the group or the social class, once you get enough people together, there are bound to be some scumbags mixed in."
Evan looked down at his fifty-dollar suit. Several large handprints marked the fabric.
Some were only dust and disappeared after a couple of pats.
But two of the handprints seemed to have grease on them.
Judging by the smell, it seemed to be some kind of machine oil.
Hopefully Lucky can help me get this stuff out.
Over the past few months, Evan's clothes had accumulated stains of varying severity.
Fortunately, Lucky was highly skilled at using water-based Beyonder Characteristics.
She could manipulate incredibly fine streams of water to wash away every stain on his clothes.
Beside him, Fack Boy turned around and tore apart the tough canvas he had brought with terrifying strength.
Then he carefully laid the four children's bodies together and wiped the blood from their faces, sighing in that deep voice with its hint of reckless defiance.
"Kids, I hope you aren't born into this fucked-up world in your next lives!"
Then he wrapped each of the four children's bodies in canvas before rolling all four bundles together in a larger sheet.
With the formidable strength of his muscular body, he easily hoisted the four corpses onto his back.
While Fack Boy had his back to him, Evan instantly activated his Demon-Hunting Form.
He could clearly see