Chapter 142: Milk Beater
Both the scrawny mugger and the girl being robbed froze in their fight for the latter’s satchel, turning their heads to the trio that had just stepped into the alley: a giant crab wearing a backpack, a small goblin in an oversized hat, and an awkwardly long juvenile drake trying to fit into the narrow space between buildings.
After a moment of stupefied staring from the humans, Balthazar decided to speak again, “I said let her go!”
The thief, still holding on to the leather straps of the bag, blinked in disbelief a couple of times, before abruptly bursting out into mocking laughter.
He laughed, cackled, and guffawed, until his face was red and his eyes teary, all while Balthazar’s scowl grew heavier.
“Oh, man, I hadn’t laughed so hard in a while,” the ratty fiend said, wiping the corner of his eyes with one hand while still holding the satchel with the other. “Nobody told me there was a circus in town.”
“Why? Are you looking to apply for the clown job?” the crab threw with spite.
The mocking smile dropped from the man’s face in a flash, and he pointed a threatening finger at the crustacean. “You watch it, wise guy, before I have to go over there and teach you a lesson.”
“Well, I did tell you to let her go, so… go on.” The crab beckoned him to come closer with the backside of his claw.
“You little…” the mugger growled, his face turning a shade redder while his knuckles turned white, grasping the satchel’s strap even tighter.