Chapter 127
Whoosh! A massive shadow enveloped the aircraft, its wings shining brightly under the night sky. The glint of a massive creature became apparent as it swooped down, crashing the whole aircraft in one fell swoop.
"WHAT THE F*CK?! WHAT THE F*CKING F*CK WAS THAT?! NO! MY RIDE! HOW—"
The rogue’s outrage rang in my ears, his bravado shattered in an instant as panic washed over him. I couldn’t help but smirk, watching the chaotic scene unfold before me. Macaron had sent the rogue’s plans crashing down along with his hopes of escape.
"Now, what did you say to me again?" I said, my voice steady, a calm contrast to the rogue’s frenzied demeanor.
"Ah..Uhm..Can we talk about this? I don’t think remember saying anything to you. It was just my anger talking—" The Rogue was sweating profusely as he tried to back away from me.
Just as I was about to strike the rogue, a massive, burly man suddenly jumped from the sky, landing with a thud on top of the wrangler. I quickly dodged to the side, avoiding a stray rock as it whizzed past my ear. The rogue, however, wasn’t so lucky. A sharp piece of rock stabbed right through his heart, ending his life in an instant.
I stared at the man before me and for a moment, I felt my mind struggle to comprehend how someone so—and there was no gentle way to put this—fat could have jumped from the sky and landed with such force. Everywhere I looked, I only saw fat. Mountains of it.
However, another one caught my eye just now. There was a flailing figure stuck between the folds of his belly. I can’t help but cringe at the sight of it.
The fat— I mean burly man must have caught me staring at the person that he smirked and pulled him out of his belly folds.
"It appears your prince charming was following you," he said nonchalantly, effortlessly pulling Ezekiel from the folds of his belly as if he were a rag doll. Ezekiel gasped for air, still trying to escape from the burly man.