"What?" 134 clearly couldn't understand what Charles was saying. It made no sense for him to suddenly ask such a question.
When Charles repeated himself, 134 burst into wild laughter. "HAHAHA! Charles, don't tell me you want to smear that shit back on your ears! HAHAHAHA!"
Charles's voice turned cold. "I don't have time for your jokes. I promised Tuba I wouldn't hold the past against you, but if you get in my way now, don't blame me for what happens next."
Though 134's words were as defiant as ever, she ultimately gave Charles the answer he wanted. After all, no matter how much she denied it, her life depended on his whims.
The little girl admitted that not long after her ambush, the green centipede had emptied its stomach on a patch of gray wasteland.
As for going to the Earth's surface to retrieve the feces, Charles had no need to do it himself. A single phone call was all it took to dispatch the army stationed at the Earth Core Giant Pit Fortress.
