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.”

can’t speak of it

quickly, Don Albert was

one left was

his brothers and their bloody

and power made him think that

at this moment, otherwise, Charlie might be serious about carving the

couldn’t even stand it if it was the ‘roses are red’

only wish he had right now was that Charlie didn’t come out

he didn’t

rough at a

knife in his hand, Don Albert pointed at the extremely pale Jones and asked,

took a moment to ponder and said, “Eight words, right? Better make it casual and down to

carve this, ‘My Awesome Shit

was as pale as snow upon

“But, Master Wade, the shit-eating guy is Kian Webb,

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