In order not to injure his wife and daughter, Jack Waltz came to a corner room with poor lighting.

"Fuck! Go back, I must go back to the United States with my family tomorrow!"

He sat tiredly on the chair, feeling absolutely no regrets for what he had done. He kept complaining about his current bad luck, as if he had become the unluckiest person in the world.

"Damn it Hunter!"

The content of this chapter is being updated...