The shock wave instantly tore the clothes on Fatty's back into shreds, and several shards that pierced through the bed board left gaping wounds in his back, embedding themselves into his flesh. Almost in an instant, he turned into a blood-soaked figure, with singed hair and a horrific appearance.
Suppressing the unbearable pain, he climbed up. Beneath him, Helen's eyes were wide with horror. Fatty forced a smile, his expression hideous, with tears brimming in his eyes, and his whole body shivering violently. In his heart, there was an uncontrollable fear. If it weren't for the large, heavy, palace-style wooden bed in the bedroom blocking most of the explosion, he believed he would be a dead man by now.
Fatty knew that Kubo would strike sooner or later. He could even guess the timing of Kubo's attack. Especially after seeing those mercenaries hidden within the crowds on the street, Fatty was convinced of his suspicion.
