Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

“My body isn’t moving the way I want it to!”

“M-my body! Hngggg!”

The guide’s piercing scream tore through the stillness of the night.

Rather than answer my question, he just kept screaming.

Naturally, the kids who had been peeking from the tent now stepped out one by one, staring at the man who was both crying and furiously digging at the dirt with his bare hands. The strange contrast seemed fascinating to them.

-Tsrrrt? 『That guy’s crying.』

-Kssht?

-Kuuu? 『Did he take a hit to the head or something?』

-Skrrk. 『Tch. Nah. He just got spooked 'cause he didn’t get hit properly. Same thing happened to Yeolbi once.

Hyung, this guy didn’t get enough of a beating earlier. Where’s that club? I had a feeling you were going easy on him.

Give him a few more whacks and he’ll snap out of it.』

That was Orange, clicking his tongue in disapproval.