Perdero listened and nodded firmly. "Yes, I'll think about it. Nothing can't be done! I'll think about it." 

Three minutes later, Perdero’s fine snoring came from the ground. 

Amanda looked at Perdero and said, "Oh, he's peaceful enough!"

"Are gangsters so easy to deal with? Such people can be the boss and sell weapons!"

"This world is too magical!" 

Amanda got out and looked for Mark. Mark was fishing by the lake. The morning sun was reflected on his face with ravines. It seems that time can be caught by his wrinkles. Mark didn't get up when he saw Amanda coming. He just stared at the lake.

"Any fish?" Amanda...