Chapter 4: New option appears on the panel
Seeing the girl fall silent and unwilling to talk further, John also grew quiet. He had tried his best to make her understand; now it all depended on her. If he insisted too much, she might erupt in anger and cause a commotion.
John didn’t want unnecessary attention, especially related to the girl. After all, she intended to kill Fatmaster, and if he was found associated with her, his fate could be the same as hers.
Staying silent, he stood still, occasionally glancing at the girl to check her expression, but as she stared forward, it was hard to read her thoughts. Sighing, he gave up completely. There was no point worrying now; he had done his best.
Soon, it was the girl’s turn, with John just behind her. She placed her basket on the table, and John saw her grip tighten on the stick when she saw Fatmaster. To his surprise, she didn’t act and instead submitted the six spirit stones she had collected today.
Fatmaster looked at her, licking his lips. A perverted expression appeared on his face as he stepped forward. "I thoroughly checked you yesterday. I explored every corner of your body but found nothing," he said, eyeing her up and down.
The girl felt disgusted, and the other listeners shared her expression, but Fatmaster wore a look of ridicule. It was clear he was embarrassing her with his words.
"Come here, let me check you today as well," Fatmaster said, grabbing her hand and pulling her forward.
The girl stood near him with a cold expression. She wanted to kill him, but John’s words had affected her, or perhaps the fear of losing her life held her back. That was why she didn’t take unnecessary action.
She pulled out her broken stick and placed it on the table. "Sorry, Master, but the pickaxe broke while I was mining," she murmured, hatred laced in her voice. She hated Fatmaster to her core!
John saw her place the stick on the table and sighed in relief. He had managed to deter her, possibly saving her life. Though he still felt disgusted by Fatmaster, he was relieved that the girl hadn’t given up on living. He didn’t want anyone to die uselessly.
Fatmaster looked at the broken pickaxe, his smile widening. He stepped closer, moving his fat hands over her body, even daring to squeeze her chest in front of everyone. John’s anger flared, but he calmed down quickly.
"Hmm... Looks like you aren’t hiding anything," Fatmaster said, stepping back with a sadistic smile.