Hank trembled in shock at this time.
What the hell is this?
The God of War and Realm Master he hired with a high salary was choked by Charlie and knelt down to call his father. That’s fine, the key is that you can’t even get the gun out?
You know this group of people are simply the ancestors of playing guns!
They can’t hold a gun, which is as ridiculous as a barber can’t hold scissors!
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