He had expected this female beast to shrink back in fear, but she didn't retreat. Instead, she possessed a composure that sent a chill through his heart.
A shiver went down his spine, but he stubbornly stuck his neck out and said,
"I don't care! You're compensating me today!"
"Compensate you for what?"
"I didn't even touch your watermelons. Why should I pay you?"
She bent down and patted the rind of a watermelon, which gave a dull THUMP-THUMP sound. Then she straightened up, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
The Rabbit Beastman's eyes went wide as he stared intently at the watermelons in the patch.
He had just seen her pick one!
He wouldn't have rushed out otherwise.
He had used this trick many times, and it worked every time.
Those Beastmen, so concerned with their reputation, would immediately hand something over and leave the moment he started making a scene. They were terrified of being accused of stealing.
They'd rather suffer a small loss than lose face.
