Chapter 486
- The monk sat, crushing the can of beer, one of his weaknesses, in his thin hand. His hands were like claws but powerful in strength.
- Now he threw the destroyed can into the distance, not being aware of the loud sound it created.
- He was livid. But unlike Dusak, sex and then the killing, did not take the edge off his fury. He would use it, instead, to come up with another plan. But this time, he was a worried man.