"Let's hope so." The man sitting on the car roof sighed and said leisurely.
But his eyes were full of worry and panic.
Some members of the Motorcycle Gang were going even crazier in the lounge, tables turned over, and beer bottles scattered everywhere.
This was their last revelry, knowing that by tomorrow, they wouldn't have another chance.
"The boss is definitely dead, and his wives... they're quite beautiful." One bald man with a tiger tattoo on his shoulder, drunk, said with eyes suddenly brightening.
In the Motorcycle Gang, the best-looking women were the private property of their boss.
As Bald said this, the few people around exchanged glances.
Then they started laughing slyly.
However, just as they were laughing arrogantly and about to head to the house where Old Ghost lived.
An untimely voice appeared: "How dare you! When the boss returns, you're finished. I won't allow you to do this!"
