"No, I think if he gained so much knowledge, he should be able to apply it flexibly," Sostak No.3 answered proudly: "Look, although he is a traitor, after all, he is a young man that I taught. What about you, Jason."
"I asked the landlord, that's what he told me." After saying this, Jason looked at Sostak No.3 with a triumphant smile: "I never score points for myself in what I do."
"Are you asking for a beating?" Sostak No.3 bristled.
"Come on, fight, I've never been afraid of you, you dare to slander me! Take my punch!" Feeling slandered, Jason was instantly enraged.
Malin had no choice but to hurl the two rascals, who were scuffling on the carpet scratching each other like kittens, out of the open window, and then he brought the suitcase over to the table, where Lulu came over and took over to open it.
"Clean clothes, for changing," said Lulu as she put the clothes she was holding onto the table, then picked up a small card.
