The Great Demon Holm

Old Jack looked at the eyes, clearly suffering from cirrhosis and filled with blood vessels, and the particularly prominent beer belly, confirming that this guy was the one he was going to kill today.,"Thank you," Jack said as he walked over, picked out a decent one, and walked back to the counter.,He leaned against the door, rubbing his head in pain, and once again the thought of retiring quickly came to mind.。