Chapitre 228: Food: The Root Of All Evil?

Grrr~~

The gardener's belly crumbled in despair, as though it was a century ago since he last ate. 

Touching his dry mouth, he couldn't help grunting a bit more. 

He even felt his voice become hoarse and his throat too heavy whenever he swallowed. 

No doubt about it, he overdid it. 

But so what? Even if he didn't have the voice to continue with his escapades, he still wouldn't give up.

Tomorrow, he'll bang his feet and hands against his bed or corner table, giving those bastards no time to rest. 

Hmph!

It serves them right for being mean to him!

(*^*)

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Step by step, the gardener moved along the dimly lit corridors with the flashlight from his phone illuminating most of the scene. 

The entire building was a staff housing unit.