Hunter

Annoyance, poverty, poverty, it seems that it is time to change the way to spend the rest of my life. One dark night, a middle-aged man held a bottle of white wine in his hand. He staggered for a few steps and then stopped to take a sip of wine. He kept walking quietly with a sad look on his face. Suddenly, he heard noises and curses coming from the distance. The man smiled coldly and snorted, shook his head and continued walking... You seem to want that person to die, but tsk tsk tsk, you seem to be too weak... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.