C457 Carcass of a Prisoner

Luke swallowed his saliva and tried his best to shift his gaze away from the cockroach that was stained with the suspicious sludge.

Other people were doing a great job, but he was reduced to a prisoner, and he had to eat dark food...

"London, no, there are no kitchen utensils and seasonings here."

"Therefore, I have to make the best use of the ingredients. And I have salt on me." The dark cook