"Little brat doesn't know shit."
The quack gave the other party a sidelong glance.
"The so-called pulling good folks into trouble and persuading the wayward to reform are the two big hobbies of men. This kind of emotional value is beyond you."
"Puh - trash!"
The wheelchair and West Fire Grass take a step back, unwilling to associate with this person.
The quack couldn't care less about the two fools: one is so obsessed with V, constantly debating V's affairs with Youzi Chef, while the other can barely walk and goes into a superhero mode with just a few words. How could they understand his joy?
"This game is great in every aspect, except there's no R18MOD. Don't even think about experiencing it; can't even have any dirty thoughts."
Thinking about this, the quack felt even more regret.
"Uh... that's enough, they're coming."
[Boatman] couldn't help but remind them.
But West Fire Grass was relentless.
