HeLL OnlinE
Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.
Unimpressionable
What kind of laugh was that? It might be the most extraordinary way to say I don't care if the world burns. It was not only visually and audibly magnificent, but the sound entering our ears nailed all three of us to where we were.
"Little goons, no man can resist me as long as I sit at this table?"
We couldn't move our hands or feet, but our ears were slapped by the laughter that broke decibel records.
Unlike us, the woman who didn't get up from the table until her minions were cut was very active; she wanted to slap Toraman with her right hand, which was now raised in the air.
"Get out of my way, you rude type!"
We were in awe as things were developing so quickly. It wouldn't be a problem if the boss chose our tank, but we didn't know if the young man could withstand a blow from the Raki Drinking Woman?