The Pollutant swallowed the fingers along with the box, causing both the bulky man and Jim to freeze for a moment.
This was clearly beyond their expectations, especially for the bulky man who had once belonged to the Devil's Army; it was completely unforeseen.
In his understanding, Pollutants were not highly intelligent creatures. Apart from instinctive feeding, they mostly wandered aimlessly in the Polluted Land, only attacking when they encountered intruders. It was hard to find any clear "purpose" in them.
But now, this dying Pollutant had swallowed the box of fingers at its last moment, and it clearly wasn't just trying to have a final meal.
A sense of vigilance surged once again in the bulky man's heart; he was already regretting not eradicating it when he had the chance, sparing that moment of folly, but now it was too late to consider that. His experience in the Devil's Army told him that "observing and waiting" was definitely not a good option at this time.
