C137 Who Wants to Kill You

"Ahem, Mr. William, are you not satisfied with these ladies?"

Narrowing his eyes, Yass stared at the fat woman who had walked in, drunk. His thin lips moved slightly as he grabbed a bottle of wine. He threw it in that direction again. "Get lost! I said get lost! Dress like this again. It's not her, it's not..." He suddenly felt powerless