C202 Beauty in the Hot Springs

On the fangs opposite the door, Fatty was holding a chicken leg in one hand and a cigar in the other. He squatted on the ground and looked at the group of men in black outside the door.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he took a bite of the chicken leg and then took a drag from his cigar, looking relaxed and at ease. All the passersby looked at Fatty curiously.

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