The baseball bat let out a soft groan, and the sharp pain in his head warned him not to move recklessly.
No one noticed him.
Tinfoil and John were discussing something.
The baseball bat vaguely heard a few snippets of their conversation.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"This serum is expensive."
Pfft—
[Drug: Combat Emergency (Extreme Efficiency Version)]
The baseball bat curled up like a thin twig stuffed into a trash can after a good beating, and he lay by the table, vomiting violently.
"The dosage was definitely too strong."
"Then call to complain to Gaia Cells, why isn't there a dosage indication for minors."
John threw the empty vial into the corner.
The baseball bat held his stomach, looked around, and glanced vigilantly at the two people in front of him.
John noticed his gaze and said.
"We're Ghouls. Try to run, and I'll break your legs."
"Hey, John!"