C1686 Sneering

"Tea Master is dead... Everyone... don't you have anything to say?" An old man in his fifties with messy hair mixed with strands of white hair. He had a bitter face, crossed his legs, and had his upper body propped up on his legs. His hands were placed together diagonally, and between his right index and middle fingers was a half-burnt cigarette.

The Butcher, whose fat was all over his body