What to do? What to do?

The anxious and flirted with Sid felt dry mouth, and he glared at the rat standing three inches below his belly.

Rat! You really killed this time!

Must, calm down, Sid, you must calm down!

The boy hinted at himself that he didn't even dare to take a deep breath, so he could only close his eyes and recall the assassination plan over and over again in his head. His whole body was straightened and his streamlined muscles were tense.

He could only listen to the sound with all his concentration. If there was a wind blowing out a sword, Sid immediately fought back. If not, he could only wait.

But the rat seemed to feel Sid's anger. It squeaked a few times, crawled down the trousers, disappeared into the darkness.

"Wow!" Sid had not yet thought about what this meant, Sir Hoffman's scream then rang out, and the heavy footsteps quickly moved away.

"So it's you little rat!" Surprised, he let out another sigh of relief, the person who came was obviously relieved, and his laughter was much more relaxed: "Get out of here."

"Squeak squeak ~"

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

The rats and rats cries sounded from around them from time to time, and the heavy footsteps followed the rats and rats cries, one big and the other small. The squeaking sound disappeared first, and the footsteps disappeared later, followed by the heavy sound of the door bolt, and the person locked the door.

Sid, who was sitting in the sofa, also gently controlled his strength and let out a long breath.

He doesn't know whether to thank or hate Rat or to hate Rat or Rat.

Just as he finished his breath, two heavy knocks came from the upper left side of the left brain, and Sid quickly held his breath.

"I'm sorry, brother, I blamed you wrongly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a plump mass of heavy objects first pressed on Sid's legs, and the leather sofa made a painful cry, and then Sid felt his chest gradually being squeezed by the heavy objects.

What is it like to be pressed under a fat man weighing 256 pounds?

It was this experience. Sid couldn't help but groaning with the sound of the sofa. He felt a feeling of being filled. His legs were pressed, his chest was pressed, and his face was even buried in a ball of loose fat. The greasy smell and a faint cigar smell hit him. Sid asked his face to retreat a little bit to keep breathing.

There is no way to do this. Sid is still waiting. He waited for four days and didn't care. Waiting for a while longer. Although the situation today is a bit unexpected, Sid already felt something strange coming from above his legs.

He quickly reviewed the plan.

"Hmm?" The person who came probably felt something under his butt. He stood up, and Sid felt his whole body relaxed.

The next second, a heavier impact hit again.

With sparse sounds, the sound of the knife opening the wax seal, a faint hazy light returned to Sid's face.

"Sir Hoffman personally opened it? It's strange that it should be sent to the office." The visitor was obviously confused.

Read on, just read on. What are you wondering? Sid secretly encourages the person who comes.

This is a carefully written letter from Sid, which will stir Sir Hoffman's emotions and create opportunities for himself.

After only a few seconds passed, the person's breathing suddenly increased and he could feel trembling. His angry roar and the classic empire curse made Sid's eardrum hurt a little: "Bastard, who is the bitch! Who?!"

Sid slowly raised the corners of his mouth. Hoffman probably saw the part in his letter that mocked him for being late and leaving early, saying that he was a lazy dog, and that he had been awarded him the "King of Fishing" and "The Chief Salary Thief of the Empire".

This is no secret. Everyone knows that Hoffman gets off work early on the street. He probably thinks that the mercenary leader nearby, the merchants or neighbors are joking about him.

Then he shook his legs impatiently. The person who came started to shake his legs, and even Sid was forced to shake. He was a little grateful, which made his muscles relax. Sid guessed that the person who came had seen the part of his mocking of his obesity and his career was not smooth. In a flash, a fifth-level official who once had a bright future was sent to Ryzlan for a useless surveillance mission. Hoffman had no reason not to be irritated.

Wait, keep waiting.

"Hiss~" a chilling sound rang out. As Sid expected, anyone would feel scared if they saw someone in another anonymous letter who could describe their life details and personal secrets in detail.

After getting ready, Sid held his breath.

The person on his body shook suddenly, his back left the backrest, and naturally left Sid's chest. His hands left the handrail, and the wave-like impact made Sid's legs numb.

The opportunity is here!

The letter ended with Sid's question, a prize-free bet.

"I'm at your house, I've been there all the time."

“Guess where I am?”

If a normal person sees this and confirms it with the previous one, his first reaction should be to get up immediately. However, Hoffman is even more heavyweight, and he cannot get up in one breath, so his movement should be to let his spine leave the backrest first.

This also means that Sid is about to start acting.

The boy pulled his hands out of the armrest of the sofa, and he immediately reached to his waist and touched the hilt of the dagger.

Relying on the blurred light and shadow, he could see the wide back of the person who came and the aperture around the back. He would not come again when he could not miss it. Sid judged the position a little, and the short sword in his hand pierced like lightning, piercing the genuine leather of the sofa and pierced through the obstacles in front.

"Well!" The person's body shook violently, and the heavy weight came from the dagger, as if he wanted to press the sword back.

There was no need to hide it, Sid continued to send the sword forward with both hands until the weight left the hilt, and then his body began to stretch forward.

His forehead touched the genuine leather surface of the sofa.

His nose slightly lifted the leather.

His lips touched the leather, and a little salty taste came over from his taste buds.

He grabbed the dagger with his left hand and followed the gap in the leather that was stabbed by the dagger. Sid cut open the genuine leather surface of the sofa. The fresh air with a greasy smell on his face fascinated him, and the dazzling sunshine made him unable to open his eyes.

In an instant, Sid had an illusion that if he had felt a little warm and comfortable feeling in his mother's uterus before, then he now felt like he was acting recklessly like a free breeze. The feeling was like breaking away from the shackles of the body and passing the spirit to the endless stars and the end of the Milky Way.

"Save...Save..." The voice called back Sid's attention, and the discomfort in the face of light also eased. Sid turned his gaze to the man on the ground.

It was Sir Hoffman, wearing a standard overalls wool shirt, a pair of small eyes, a pointed hook nose, a small mouth, and a chin piled up three layers, and a dagger was stuck behind him, and the bright red color spread over the white on the shirt.

It can be seen that Hoffman wanted to shout for help, but because of the trauma of his lungs, he could only make vague words.

It seemed that he thought that there was a living person on the sofa that he had been sitting in for several days. Sir Hoffman immediately started to retching. He coughed, vomited blood foam, and burst into tears.

His brain was a little dizzy and his eyes were filled with tears because he had not looked at the objects well for a long time. Sid took a deep breath and looked at Sir Hoffman who was lying on the ground.

Success! Four days of torture is worth it.
Chapter completed!