C282 Chapter 282

Back in the apartment, Visa sat on the sofa and raised his leg. "It's sore."

Ito took a deep breath again and smiled. "Okay, I'll give you a massage."

He squatted down. His body was curled up between the sofa and the coffee table. It seemed a little funny. He clenched his hands into fists and slowly and rhythmically punched.

Visa took off his mask and threw it aside