After Jones kept quiet, Don Albert dragged the third guy who had volunteered and asked, “Master Wade, what about this one?”

“Sean Webb is a butt bandit.”

Don Albert nodded. He relaxed his hand and started carving the six words on the man’s face.

Then, it was the fourth guy’s turn.

“Master Wade, this time, it’s seven words.”

“Hmm… ‘Donald Webb is pathetically weak in bed.’”

Don Albert couldn’t help but chuckle and said, “Master Wade, why can’t we be more direct? Just say he is impotent or has erectile dysfunction.”

very sensitive, we can’t speak of it so

Albert was done with his

one

in fear at his brothers and

and arrogant man. His unfathomable strength and power made him think that he was

he dared not blurt a word at this moment, otherwise, Charlie might be serious about carving the poem on his

it was the ‘roses

wish he had right now was that

he didn’t understand

rough at

Albert pointed at the extremely pale Jones and asked, “Master Wade, what should I carve on

moment to ponder and said, “Eight words, right? Better make

said, “Okay, carve this, ‘My

pale as snow upon

Albert hurriedly said, “But, Master Wade, the shit-eating guy is Kian Webb, not

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