Chapter 135 Too Damn Much

At Scott Stronghold, the climate was that of a tropical rainforest.

The weather could still get scorching hot up to thirty-six degrees tonight.

Christopher Moore, originally quite fair-skinned, had tanned significantly within just a few days of being here.

He was almost sunburned.

He was hiding in a chaotic alleyway house in Scott Stronghold, having reached his limit of endurance.

Christopher listened to the noisy native people talking outside, incredibly loud in the middle of the night, as his slender fingers held a cigarette.

His legs were propped up on a worn low table, and due to the heat, he was shirtless, wearing a white ivory tooth necklace around his neck.

It was utterly unsophisticated.

But then, Christopher just had to follow local customs.

Even late at night, when looking for a girl to satisfy his physical needs, he kept the bright lights on.

James Thompson, that bastard, should come here and enjoy the fun too.