The Journey of an Ou

Jack's Old Man was half-paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like turnips, he pointed to the back room and began to grumble in a voice hoarse from smoke and alcohol: "You're only good for your strength. Get moving! Bring out ten cases of Si Lu sparkling water.","Quite rhythmic... Where did you come up with so much nonsense",Yes, if we just leave him there, by morning he'll probably only be found as remains on an illegal black market surgeon's operating table.。