The smoke finally turned black.
The device that maintained Scab Dog's vital signs flickered a few times, emitted a loud bang like a circuit breaker cutting off, and then completely went dark.
The room caught fire, thick smoke billowed, obstructing the vision of both men.
Scab Dog's prosthetic eye emitted a striking red light, hovering amongst the black smoke, occasionally appearing with an eerie afterimage.
Meanwhile, John had one blue eye and one red, slicing through the thick fog with the alloy short knife in his hand.
Click!
Just when John thought his surprise attack was successful, a change occurred again.
Scab Dog's Sianweistan cooled down, instantly responding to the situation—he unexpectedly used his own joint as bait, clamping onto John's knife, then fell back, causing John to lose balance.
Another long arm whistled through the air, aiming for John's head.
