But who the hell could tell me! This bastard, who's been searched several times, where the fuck did he conjure that pistol from?! Out of his ass?!
He knew that even for them, for safety's sake, entering the Pig Pen meant absolutely no guns. This was precisely to prevent scenarios where their weapons could be snatched, leaving them vulnerable.
But this bastard in front of him had actually pulled a pistol out of thin air, right before his very eyes!
The pig-headed masked man began to question his life.
It seems we've messed with someone we shouldn't have...
...
"Quick!"
"Surround Area Three! That bastard hasn't left!"
Amid the clamor, a group of people rapidly approached the cell where Dean was located.
These people showed no caution whatsoever.
They all knew this was an age of science.
Even if that piglet had somehow unlocked his shackles and taken down their companions, he couldn't possibly stand against the five or six guns in their hands.
