The boss is somewhere else. That's definitely a tough role to play across the city.

But here he is, no matter how beautiful he is outside or how cattle he is, he can only be a living flower manure. He dies when he dies. Don't try to find any justice.

Dare to make it clear to the local government that the big drug lords in the Golden Triangle, who set off the right carts and horses, will care if others make trouble on their own territory?

So the blonde owner knows very well that the next one is not going well. Today next year is the anniversary of their group....