K7 who was the only one who hadn't spoken. He glanced coldly at the 'claw' on his shoulder. The moment the two made eye contact, Z7 retracted his claw as if it were on fire.
That gaze made him think that the hand he placed on his shoulder wasn't his own. It was the hand of a cadaver who had been soaked in formalin!
He felt a chill down his spine.
K7 retracted his hair-raising gaze. His thin lips moved slightly. "Q King."
"That's right! Our forensic doctor has a pair of eyes that are good at discovering the truth!" Z7 clapped his hands in relief.
Although he was afraid that his dark history would be dug up, he did discover this problem. He didn't expect only K7 and him to see it.
