Chapter 232: Battle Royale (9)
“Cleaver” wasn’t exactly sharp-minded. After a brief moment of confusion, he quickly shoved the question out of his head and, dragging the enormous cleaver that never left his side, ran excitedly toward Everly’s direction.
While running, he shouted cheerfully in his loud voice, “Hey, Kurt!”
He called him “Kurt” instead of “younger brother” because Kurt had always looked down on his intellectually impaired older brother and would not allow him to expose their relationship in front of outsiders. Privately, however, the two brothers were actually quite alike in temperament and got along fairly well.
Due to a genetic illness, “Cleaver” had an abnormally massive build. When he ran while shouting, he looked like a moving mountain of flesh. Combined with the blood smeared across his body and the huge blade he never let go of, the sight alone would instill deep, instinctive fear in anyone who saw it.
Everly was no exception.
As a viewer of horror films, she had a very clear understanding of “Cleaver’s” oppressive presence. The moment he started running toward her, there was a split second when her hair stood on end and a chill ran down her spine—she very much wanted to turn and flee without thinking.
But reason stopped her.
She couldn’t run—absolutely couldn’t run. Kurt, as the younger brother, had always been domineering toward his older brother; he would only boss him around and would never simply turn and run. If she fled at a moment like this, wouldn’t that be practically announcing to “Cleaver” that she was an imposter?
On the contrary, staying put gave her a high chance of fooling him.