Even though it wasn't all that bright anymore, the sun wasn't completely gone yet. The guy wants Charles to strip? Charles would die! I can't let a customer die! He hasn't even introduced me to his younger fifth sister yet either! What would happen to Charles' family if he died? Who would take care of them?

Since the guy wasn't paying any attention to me, I slowly reached behind me, hands blindly trying to find something useful. Good thing Charles' bag is blocking the guy's view of the table.

Rats, I'd already packed my knives and hadn't had time to take them out again before this man came stumbling in.

"Take those damn clothes off!"

Charles wasn't moving, no doubt in a dilemma over getting exposed to the sun.

Come on, isn't there something I can use...

My hands touched something cold.

Ah.

Well, this would be for a good cause!

I closed my hands around a thigh, lifting the rest of the body, and flung the chicken at the man, watching the dead bird soar through the air under the red hues of the sunset.

It was beautiful watching the very moment the featherless lump smacked the guy on the face, but no luck, he still had the taser gripped firmly. Hm, the chicken really was too small.

I grabbed the second chicken.

It was then that Charles reacted.

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(the poor chicken!!!)