Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

The woman connected to Reagan's spine by a cable was exuding a threat that could invoke an instinctual fear, even making Jin feel a flutter of palpitations.


She didn't just crush Lotson's head; she also directly shattered his consciousness within his brain while releasing a strong current that completely charred the physical body and evaporated all the blood inside.


Jin could only sigh, after all, the quality of blood within Lotson was extremely high—if it could have been preserved, it might have been used to feed a weapon.


But it didn't matter—in her eyes, Lotson was nothing more than a failed hybrid garbage, at best a bag of high-quality snacks. A waste was a waste.


With Lotson's complete death, the hotel matter finally came to an end.


"Reagan, Miss Faye... congratulations!"


the Miss Faye hanging on Reagan's back immediately smiled and waved at him, even though her face and hair were still stained with Lotson's fresh blood,


Chapter 246 Final Curtain