"Ah?! Save me, save me!"
"Shark! Shark!!!"
The soldiers of the Southern Drug Dealer Government floundered on the surface of the water, frantically shouting in terror, clumsily swimming toward the shore, provoked by the smell of blood in the water, the sharks below were already agitated.
A bull shark, waving its tail, suddenly spotted a leg slipping nearby, bared its teeth, charged forward, bit down, and dragged it directly into the sea.
"Ah!! Save me! Save me! Steve, save me…" The unfortunate victim waved his hands vigorously, shouting towards a companion running ahead, who had entered the brothel together but now didn't even turn back.
"You won't end up good…"
He hadn't finished his sentence when he began to gurgle, bubbling in the water.
Those sharks were well-fed.
Thanks to the drugs delivered by Victor, the Top Boss...
But there were some exceptions.
