�Yes, do it.�I can do everything for you.��Travis could not yet imagine how heavy the shackles were.

Entering the narrow street of Edia No. 2, I saw a scene of a brothel that was quiet during the day.

�Kyaaak!�

A woman�s scream.

�what?�

I didn�t pay attention to it because it was a common occurrence, but when I heard it again, it was my own business.

�okay!�hit!�If you have money, hit it!�

�Is that Candy�s voice?�

Realizing that the owner of the voice was Ace of his business, Travis quickly jumped out.

Upon entering the store, a man in his 30s who had been drunk since broad daylight was holding Candy by the hair.

�This crazy����!�

Travis, whose eyes were filled with flesh, grabbed the thin man�s wrist and pulled him.

�Let go!�Let go!�

The moment he knelt down, the palm of his hand, like a pot lid, mercilessly slapped the man on the cheek.

�Hey, you son of a bitch!�Is this the Colosseum?�Why are you beating people up?�do you want to die?�

Candy pulled Trivis.

�brother!�don�t do it!�Then what if I go to prison again!�

�it�s okay.�It�s enough to go.�

The man grabbed his sore wrist and shouted.

�What do you care about!�We are in love!�It was Candy who betrayed me!�

�Oh yeah?�

This time, when he raised his fist, not the palm of his hand, Candy hurriedly shoved the man away.

�Just go!�I really die like this!�

An organization member who heard the commotion belatedly ran over and grabbed the man�s arms and pulled him out.�When the situation was settled, Travis asked.

�hey.�what is that child�Is this really yours�?�

�no!�

Candy smoked a thin cigarette and let out a long puff of smoke.

�I am just a guest.�They say he�s a fallen nobleman, but he was so pitiful that he gave me a credit.�

�credit?�Haven�t you ever?�

�I took it out of my money.�As the days go by, the alcohol gets worse, and now they are asking to get married.� JrNovels.com