The Mighty Death Inquisitor
Editor: Simple MTL
In fact, his desire for money was not very great. What he needed was his own strength. But who would complain about having too much money? After all, he needed to eat, drink, and spend the money he earned without thinking about running out of it because he earned it. He was relieved.
Jack smiled contentedly.
Meanwhile, Ross's face was gloomy. Looking at the messy environment at the scene and the various police officers who were trying hard to hold back their anger, a fit of invisible anger rose in his heart.
He could no longer hold it in.
Willie, Loggins, and Anthony looked at the blood and flesh on the ground. Their faces were pale, and they lowered their heads to suppress the impulse of their stomachs churning.