Gangster life: in Chapter XIII of 202, the muscles that flex (6)

rao, sure, i guess, one of our four people to win in the darkness behind the bar, rather than close the iron gate, until now, the two lanes that carry closed stand guard at the booth of one black han. "the boss is it?" let nam - ho question. i looked closely around the building, recently surged to his head and it has been cast in a thick fog on the glass by the cold look. "we are two people who get to go, and ho, get rid of blacks in the south, the second floor. and remember, someone comes to the withdrawal of 10 minutes, after a while, if the garden balancing the need to withdraw in front of the convergence is not to get problems. please follow me daddy. "" no problem! "after the discussion, the trio will be wearing a mask. pistol hidden in my pocket so that the clothes, there is no emotion after the loss, this rise. over the distance