Chapitre 767: I Am Here

The rain was obviously smaller. 

When looking upward from the ground, it felt like a group of Cupids were peeing from the sky. 

One day ago, the heavy storm was like Spartan warriors peeing. When the rain hit a person on the face, not only was it painful, but there was also a strong temperament in it. 

The boss of the s*x toy shop in Cuba Town had a raincoat on while he hid under a canopy and smoked on the last cigarette that he had without wasting any of it. He stood up in a despondent mood, turned around, and asked the boss of the pet shop beside him, "Tamron, I'll use a box of Jissbon in exchange for one of your cigarettes."

The 70-year-old Tamron was cooking soup in the middle of the space under the canopy. He used the spoon to stir the liquid inside the stainless pot and said scornfully, "You want my life, right? I'll save the cigarette for myself."