C940 Gate of the Hell!
"If you ask me, then who am I supposed to ask? F * ck!"
Hearing what Willett said, the Desert Riders, who had just blocked Quint's self-destruction, looked at the half bottle of wine in his hand gloomily and said reluctantly, "Damn it, I still have more than half a bottle of whiskey left."
"Gradie, you seem to know something?"
Ignoring the Desert Riders
