C64 Heartbroken Intestines Devour the Heart

But now, he's like a headless fly searching everywhere, and even with all his connections, he's got nothing.

His hands were clenched tightly, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. "Sh * t!"

He cursed in a low voice. His voice was as cold as the winter wind, and it was surrounded by a murderous aura.

Little Yang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, shivered