I can still sleep.

"I said it's yours. Use it to change money, clean yourself up, wear some clothes, and open a legal company. When you're done, I'll come back. Just one thing to remind you, be careful about your best friend

, he is not dead, the contract that bankrupted you was worked out by him and your girlfriend together. Don’t ask me how I know, they are celebrating in your old villa without any clothes on."

Rocky was suffocated for a moment.

Suddenly.

Like a wounded beast.

Roar!

Howl!

Roar!

Rocky didn't know how to describe his anger. He swore that even if God stopped him, he would tear the two sons of bitches into pieces, then eat them into his stomach one by one, and then stuff his asshole.

, never pull it out, remember them as shit for the rest of their lives.

While furious, Rocky didn't see the 'angel'.

because.

There was no other person in the entire alleyway, only him. It was too smelly here, and beggars would not come here. On the ground, the pink 'Sixty-Three Million Knife' was reflecting cold light, slowly melting Rocky's anger.

...turn anger into hotter molten steel!

This is Star Eagle Country.

As long as you have money, you can turn cannibalism into a legal medical experiment.

Calmed down.

Exhaled.

Rocky calmed down and returned to his true nature as a business elite.

Half an hour later.

In an underground boxing gym on Sixth Avenue in the Casino, a dirty and smelly homeless man came in. No one drove him away, and no one in Starhawk Country could drive away money. He came to a 'sandbag' lying on the ground...

...Please forgive me, although he is very strong, but the boxing gym is really a human sandbag. For example, a rich young man can beat up a boxer as strong as a bull and promise not to fight back.

"Sorry, Jason, I wrongly blamed you. She is the damn Bichi. Have you seen this gadget? Come with me, I will pay for your wife's treatment."

Human punching bag Jason was beaten so hard that his eyes were swollen.

However, no one can ignore the brilliance of diamonds, not even God.

He didn't see clearly who it was, and he didn't need to see clearly. Jason saw the light of the diamond and heard his wife's treatment fee. That was enough. Even if a gun was prepared for him outside and he was asked to kill the president, it didn't matter.

...He only wanted those damn doctors to cure his wife's disease. If they didn't cure her after paying the money, Jason swore that he would smash their heads, dig out their brains, and eat them with cake.

"Jason..." There are more than one human sandbags in the boxing gym.

"Are you your friends? All come with me." The homeless man holding the diamond didn't want to waste time. He didn't know when the 'angel's voice' would appear again.
Chapter completed!