Chapter 229: Do you think you are a tortoise in an American wishing well?!_3

Victor laughed, the dimples on his face still visible, "Thank you very much, I think I've seen an angel."

"No… no, we are friends, aren't we?"

In the background, Casare could feel the boss wanting to hook up with this woman!

A few words to make a woman fall?

MD, does being handsome give you free rein?

He looked down at his own belly, thinking that fat guys are cute too.

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Jalisco State, Guadalajara.

A village by the sea.

The room was pitch black.

The weather was not so good, misty.

The glow from the TV cast a gaunt figure into relief, as El Mencho shoved handfuls of corn meal into his mouth, eating like a starved ghost.

His eyes were fierce with a touch of madness.

The TV was broadcasting news about the Rebels.

Upon hearing the anchor say it ended in failure.

El Mencho's expression exploded with rage, "Useless! All TMD useless!" he cursed, tossing his corn meal at the screen before pulling out an AK47 next to him and spraying the TV with bullets.