Chapter 965: One Shot, Dead
But you could also see the love in their interactions; the Crow always showed a different kind of liveliness around those he liked.
On the top floor of 'Bessade', more than a third of the room space was made of various kinds of glass. In this room, a white bathtub was filled with rose petals, mingling with pink foam.
Fick emerged from the shower, naked, and slipped into the bathtub, occasionally muttering curses mixed with a local accent. Just an hour ago, Royce had once again clashed with his guests on his turf. His tolerance was reaching its limit for this person. If it weren't for Royce being part of the Kromop Clan, he would have unhesitatingly drawn his gun and shot him in the head.
"Oh, damn you, Royce. One day I'll make you regret this," Fick shouted as he closed his eyes, roaring in the empty room.
