"Dagger?"
Olivia had a strange smile on her face.
"I only have one [dagger] on me, it might be a bit tricky to move it away. How about you lend a hand?"
"..."
Natural Curl's face went pale in an instant, his body stiff as a salted fish.
The originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, the atmosphere so tense you could hear a pin drop.
Right... after all, this is the cyberpunk world. Encountering such things is quite normal. Even in Night City, there are people like that. Besides, it doesn't cost much to install one...
"Hey..."
With a smile uglier than a cry, Natural Curl pleaded with Youzi Chef, who was already backing away.
"Two-dimensional, I was wrong. You can have this place."
"Aren't you guys really into traps? Like Hideyoshi, right? You should like this type."
Youzi Chef shook his head frantically, retreating faster than anyone else.
This kind of thing is fun to joke about, but if taken seriously, it's ridiculous.
"Gah! Kill me! Just kill me!!!"
