The gold coins were flying through the air, scattering their light. As they hit the ground, they made faint but audible clinking sounds.
"Their biggest weakness is tips. As long as there's money, in the air, on the ground, in the water, it doesn't matter, they'll snatch it!"
Distinguished Professor Sukrucuk spoke with a know-it-all attitude, tilting his head back when his words proved effective.
"What are you waiting for, beat the crap out of him!"
I was literally screaming internally right now. I had a lot to say to Sukrucuk, but I swallowed it all. As if saying everything at the last second wasn't enough, his voice trembled as if to say, 'how could you not know this'.
"Did we get a PhD in male belly dancers like you? Tell us what to do beforehand, man!"
Screaming internally at the top of my lungs, I slammed my fist into the Male Belly Dancer's exposed flank. When a stick blow came from the other side, a satisfying thud echoed in the air.
