A taser gun on the ground

"We're poor, eat less!"

Zhang Zian looked at Fernando gobbling up the food. It was all the food he had brought, and this guy was not polite at all when eating.

The sky was already bright, and the air was fresh and moist.

After the storm last night, it rained heavily. The rain came and went quickly, leaving after watering the forest like a sprinkler. It was also because of this that the fire in the slaughterhouse did not spread, but it was impossible to resume work in a short time.

Fernando cursed as he ate, asking why the fire had to be put out with rain. He should have just burned those bastards to death ...