"What?" 134 clearly couldn't understand the meaning Charles was trying to express; how could he suddenly ask such a question for no reason.
When Charles repeated it again, 134 burst into laughter, "Hahaha!! Charles, you wouldn't want to smear that dung back on your ears, would you? Hahaha!!"
Charles' voice chilled, "I don't have time to joke with you. Even though I promised Tuba not to trouble you earlier, if you get in my way now, don't blame me for being rude!"
Although 134 was still stubbornly refusing verbally, she eventually told Charles the answer he wanted. After all, no matter how she denied it, if Charles wanted her dead, it was just a matter of words.
The little girl mentioned that not long after she ambushed Charles, that green centipede emptied its stomach on that patch of gray desert,
Charles had no need to handle the matter of finding excrement himself. With a phone call, the army stationed at the Earth Core Giant Pit Fortress immediately set out.
