"Reasonable what? We weren't the ones who killed those people!"
San Miyairi rolled her eyes: "We didn't kill those two clowns, and didn't you already beat them to death and get your revenge?"
"Two lives!"
The clown glanced at San Miyairi: "Or, you all die!"
The clowns in the corridor didn't speak; they started swinging sledgehammers, pounding the walls.
Thud thud thud! Thud thud thud!
This momentum and the rhythmic knocking sound, to be honest, were quite scary.
"I can buy a lot of your goods!"
Lin Baici proposed.
The clown's tough gaze softened slightly, but it was still not enough.
[Make a friend!]
The Eater God commented.
Lin Baici fished out a pack of Haoyou brand cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and offered cigarettes to the clowns at the door.
The clowns didn't take them.
Lin Baici kept flicking the lighter, thinking about how to break the deadlock.
