A man's exclamation sounded.

Accompanied by several consecutive crisp sounds of "clang".

…

The scar monster was stunned.

It turned its head to follow the sound.

…

A thin man was holding his slightly skewed eyes in place with one hand and rubbing his head with the other.

There was a slight grin on his face.

Pain and anger mixed together.

…

"Are you OK?"

The man's companions, some chubby boys, looked at the man with sympathy.

Another friend with a short position picked up the "culprit" and came back.

"Is it the one that hit you?"

…

The pain in his head dissipated a little, and the man with glasses stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

The moment he suffered the heavy blow, physiological tears flowed from his eyes.

The sharp pain was like a bolt of lightning exploding in his head.

Fortunately, it passed by like lightning.

He held the spot where he had just been hit and took a deep breath.

Only then did his eyes fall on the items in his friend's hands.

That's a can.

One side is recessed inward and has been deformed.

He twitched his eyes.

It feels like the place where the head was hit is throbbing and painful again.

…

"That's right."

The man with glasses said with a bit of gritted teeth.

"It hurts me to death!"

"Which bastard is it-"

The man with glasses looked around as he spoke.

His two friends also followed him and looked around.

…

But soon, the bespectacled man's face became a little more ugly.

…

"It seems that the other party has left."

The fat boy tells the obvious truth.

Looking around, there were only three girls walking in this direction, talking and laughing.

Naturally, the three girls who just came here cannot be the culprits.

…

The man with eyes couldn't help but wave his clenched fist.

"asshole."

"Don't let me meet him-"

"You wouldn't know it was him even if you met him."

A boy with a short hair throws cold water on his friend.

…

No.

Even if you encounter it, you won't be able to see it.

The scar monster looked at the boy with glasses and thought a little casually.

In fact, this accident was somewhat unexpected.

It doesn't pay attention to...

At that time, there happened to be a can next to my paw.

What's more, he didn't expect that he just waved his claws casually to vent his anger and knocked out the can.

The can that it accidentally knocked out actually hit someone.

…

Seeing the angry look on the unlucky human's face, the Scar Monster stuck out his tongue.

It's none of its business.

It just waved its paw.

It doesn't know anything else.

…

The man with glasses suddenly became confused.

My friend is right.

Even if he did meet that guy again who he wanted to throw bricks at -

certainly.

Just a joke.

The most he can do is treat others in their own way.

Hit him with a can.

Let him feel like being hit by a can.

…

"alright."

The bespectacled man’s friends all offered words of comfort to the bespectacled man.

"Isn't the person okay?"

"Maybe they didn't do it on purpose."

"You ran away because you were frightened by the accident, right?"

…

"Pfft~"

The fat boy suddenly laughed.

"You are too lucky."

"Why did you just get hit hard?"

"This is the first time I have seen someone hit by a flying can from nowhere..."

…

Man with glasses:......

This was also the first time he saw someone being hit by a flying can from nowhere...

This person is still himself...

You know, he always thought this was an unreasonable plot that only appeared in TV series...

He also complained about this plot design more than once...

Is this... not retribution for his complaints?

The man with glasses was shocked.
To be continued...