The Journey of an Ou

A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",Three men in leather jackets, reeking of alcohol, burst into the general store. The one in the front, with green hair and a mohawk, surveyed the shop, spitting out his toothpick.,In the next instant, a blurry black shape flashed before his eyes.。