"Fuck, shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
Sugar Bean Man's muscles twitched all over, like a stuffed doll bomb about to explode at any moment.
The mosaic face flickered with all sorts of garbled codes.
He tried to stand up, only to find himself pinned down by a switchblade, so he resigned himself to slumping on the metal bench, as if he had accepted his fate, yet with an unsettling calm.
"Sir, you can't leave a lady in a place like this. Sakura Cross Street is a hellhole; even if there aren't any Ghouls, there are gang punks fighting to pick up the corpses."
"Oh, so you're a good guy now?"
"Of course, on my turf, when bodies come in, they leave as ashes; if they come in breathing, they leave breathing as well. That's what I call responsible service~"
Sugar Bean Man said with a mocking tone.
There was still a switchblade stuck in his arm.
[Kill Sugar Bean Man. (Optional)]
[Spare Sugar Bean Man. (Optional)]
John had a very strong urge.
