Zuo Zuo raised her hand in bewilderment, watching the strange expression that appeared on his face as he murmured to himself.
"Hey, Blockhead, are you having some weird blockheaded ideas right now?? I'm telling you, you can't take this thing out and sell it!!"
Lynn froze.
He instinctively hid the little knife behind his back, burst into an "Ahahahaha," and adjusted his Monocle.
"You're always joking, Zuo Zuo. Sure, I like nice round coins, but I wouldn't chop off my own head and sell it, would I? That would be way too weird. Relax, Zuo Zuo. I still have that much integrity! You're worrying too much!"
Zuo Zuo eyed him Ծ‸Ծ. "Are you sure?"
After all, she knew her shameless Blockhead's integrity all too well.
How did that saying go again? For a wicked capitalist, a fifty-percent profit would make him take risks; a hundred-percent profit would make him trample every human law; and a three-hundred-percent profit would make him commit any crime, even at the risk of being hanged.
And for a creature like Blockhead, who had neither a conscience nor any moral boundaries, he might really chop himself off and trade himself for booze money if she didn't keep a close eye on him!
Lynn said (~￣▽￣)~:
"Is that even worth questioning? Making money is great, but you have to be alive to spend it! If I chopped off my own head, who would spend the money? You? What a joke!"
Zuo Zuo stared at him. "Hmm-"
Meanwhile, the Flesh Humanoid beside them was trembling, cold sweat dripping off him.
As he listened to their conversation, he studied Lynn's face intently, the suspicion in his mind growing stronger and stronger.
Could it be...
Could he actually be...
As though he had seen straight through his thoughts, Lynn turned