Chapter 322: A Job For the Menace

"Was the guy… from Wissal?" 

Honk!

"For real?" Rizz snickered in sarcasm. "What the hell did she do to piss them off? Got any idea?" 

When Phil unwaveringly shook his head, Rizz could only groan some more. 

"In other words… this kidnapper from Wissal let you guys kill off the Wassek scouts. Then he snuck up on you to catch her, I'm guessing. Or did you manage to put up a fight, with you fleeing unscathed?"

Phil was nodding at first. Until the mention of his uninjured escape, when Phil meekly shook his head. 

"Fuuuck… Did you at least see the fucker's level?" 

H-Honk!

"Good. You got something for me to plan around," Rizz chuckled in annoyance. 

"What was it? In the 50s?"

"... in the 60s?" 

As the goose kept shaking his head, Rizz's tongue got heavier and heavier.

"... was it in the 70s?"

Honk!

"God-fucking-shit!!"