章 88: The Left Or Right?

Noooo~!

Sometime later, Albion changed into the old man's black suit while the person was stripped down to nothing apart from his Pecker Packer.

Ligma Bawles laid on the ground and twitched occasionally after getting beaten black and blue for resisting to hand over his clothes.

Shortly after, Albion's half-burnt remains were tossed on top of the person.

"Oh, right!"

Albion suddenly remembered before grabbing his wallet and phone from the front pockets of his half-pants.

"Fortunately, I don't have the habit of putting the wallet in my back pockets…" Albion muttered while dusting the wallet and phone.

He remembered when he used to use the back pockets in the past; he would end up sitting on his fat wallet all the time—so much so that his patootie was hurt, and most likely, deformed with one side bigger than the other.