Hearing these terrifying words which were being pronounced with a casual tone, the fatty's face went ashen-white because looking at those tranquil eyes of Virus, he just knew the guy was being entirely serious. He also understood that beyond a shadow of a doubt, if he didn't do the things he was demanding him to do, his fate would end up just the same as the tattooed man.
In the end, even though the notion of retaliating and attacking him had crossed his mind, that thought had been extinguished almost as quickly as it had been sparked.
A while passed, finally, determined to swallow the humiliation in exchange for his life, with a trembling voice, he stuttered, "I-I'm… sorry… please, forgive me."
Crack~
"Ahh!"
Then, one of his fists inflated abruptly and just like that, after closing his eyes, he punched his left leg before a breaking sound reverberated the area.
