C61 The Sorrow of a Donkey

The knife-scarred man was too lazy to say anything, but Qiuyue took the cigarette and threw it on the ground. With a snap of his fingers, a man beside him rushed over with lightning speed, took out a Cuban cigar and handed it to the knife-scarred man.

"Fuck, I really want to punch you in the head a few times to relieve my hatred!" Qiuyue thought in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud