Chapter 445
The old man squinted at me before recognition spread across his face. “The fuck do you want?” He asked before sitting down. With no coffee to hold, his hands kept fidgeting around.

“Just wanted to have a little chat with you.”

“Last time you wanted to chat, your hands cut off my air supply.” He g
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