A group of Red-Eyes members blocked our way. There were about five of them, each grinning and smirking at us.
"What do you want? Go away," I told them. I was not in the mood to make new friends. Though I already knew their intention.
"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to this fat guy. Hey, how did you get S-rank with that body? Did you buy it? Your family must be rich as hell," Colton said as he stepped in front of Bob. He was tall with a bulky build. Tattoos covered his arms and chest, exposed beneath his leather shirt.
Looks like people still misunderstand fat people as someone from noble origins. But when I think about it, I haven't seen any other fat people in this world. And another thing, it seems the other guilds already have information about Bob having S-rank. They really know how to gather intel.
