★★★ In a dark dungeon, cries and fetters were colliding with each other as if someone had dragged them. Their painful throats were asking for mercy for their lives. They did not want to die, but no one was listening to them. They were all deaf, trained puppets and devil worshippers."How many women are there?" A tall, gentle-looking man asked a rough-looking man. "Four. That's all we've got. But there could be more if the money ran high, little Carson. Io amo I soldi," an Italian with one ear, and had guns around his waist, approached the guy named Carson, who was an ordinary Westwood student, as everyone knew. "Are they the ones I ordered?" Carson asked, narrowing his eyes. He won't tolerate a single obstacle and his father won't let him go if he makes a mistake. "Yes, they are all born in eclipse. Little Carson, what kind of fantasy land are you thinking of making? You're just like your dad," smiled the Italian after taunting Carson. He knew Carson's industry when they had starte
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