Albert walked over and lightly kicked Ford, who was lying on the ground. His voice carried a hint of impatience.
"Asleep? Stop pretending. I've already made a deal with your partner. We're not going to kill you—relax."
He still had to drag these two enemy burdens along, make Yannie treat Hayes's wounds and remove the poison.
He didn't have time to watch someone play dead.
Albert more or less understood Ford's mindset, so he made himself very clear.
Sure enough—
The moment his words fell, the armored fly let out a muffled groan.
Its legs twitched in the air, and it slowly woke up.
The countless facets of its compound eyes were filled with confusion.
"…"
Albert didn't even feel like commenting.
A coward.
Ford shakily struggled to his feet, shrinking back, no longer carrying the arrogance he'd shown earlier.
He probably couldn't even figure out how, in just a few minutes, Albert and Hayes had turned the tables.
"…Damn it."
