"Bullshit."
Kerr Cowell spoke indignantly, "You want to tax me? And at 45%? Why don't you just rob me?"
"Do you know what chaotic forces are?"
"Chaotic forces pay taxes? This generation of chaotic forces is getting weaker."
"They've lost all their dignity."
Then Kerr's right hand flipped over, and a hand cannon appeared in his hand, aimed directly at the man in a suit in front of him, ready to pull the trigger.
He still wanted to enjoy the nightlife for a while.
He didn't want to cause too much commotion for now. It was not easy to come out and enjoy life without constantly fighting and killing. Even a homebound guy who masturbates every day would occasionally want to confess his sins in front of a Bible.
Having eaten too much meat, anyone would occasionally want to have a vegetarian meal for a change of taste.
"Mr. Carl Jacob."