C971 Social Scum

I took a cigarette and said harshly to the crowned head, "Are you f * cking looking to die? Who dares to touch you?!"

Cockscomb looked at me and smiled. The other two rubbed their palms together, ready to engage in an evil battle at any moment.

These little dawdling punk who rely on eating their parents' flesh and blood to survive everyday will not reason with you