The fat man certainly didn't want to be beaten up and thrown into the police station.
He ran off as fast as he could, desperate to return the way he came.
Alcohol made his already fat body feel even more sluggish, and he was gasping for air after just a few steps. Suddenly, his head collided with something.
He stumbled back a couple of steps and, clutching his throbbing forehead, he looked up. In front of him was a tall man of roughly two meters, with white hair and a striking, slightly sinister face. It appeared he had some black tattoo on his neck and a gold pendant hanging from his earlobes.
He was staring at him, expressionless.
Feeling an oppressive force bearing down on him, the fat man involuntarily continued to back away another few steps.
Swallowing nervously, he glanced behind and saw a group of individuals in black robes rushing toward him.
There was no chance of escaping now.
Faced with this situation.
