The sudden turn of events startled everyone present.
No one knew what had just happened, so everyone except Fat Snake's men cautiously took a few steps back.
They watched each other warily, their eyes filled with cold suspicion.
A sense of dread crept in. 'Who just made that move?'
Everyone looked over at Fat Snake, only to see he wasn't dead. He was currently propping himself up, trying to get to his feet.
He had fallen so suddenly that they'd thought he'd been killed.
But it seemed they were mistaken.
"Fat Snake, what the hell are you doing? Are you putting on a show for us or something?!"
Mutt roared at Fat Snake. The sudden change had spooked them too, and since they couldn't find the attacker, they directed all their anger at him.
Fat Snake's face was dark. His upper body was in agony.
He felt as if he had just been hit by something, the force so great it had knocked him flat on the ground.
