That very night, Mr. Quaker was in a sour mood and gorged himself on food and alcohol with friends before heading home.

He was just strolling down a lane when someone leapt off the wall, smiling and waving at him.

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Quaker snapped at him, and strode past him.

"Wait! Let me show you my magic trick!"

The man cut him off, hiding his face with his hands while asking, "Guess what?"

"Fuck off!" Mr. Quaker ignored him and tried to walk past him again when that man lowered his palms.

Mr. Quaker flinched and immediately sobered up, dropping on his rear as he was left stunned.

After all, the man's face was suddenly rotting away when he removed his hands. Maggots were crawling out of his cheeks, while his left eyeball dropped out, landing just in front of Mr. Quaker!

However, the man suddenly disappeared.

drunk! I was just imagining it... There's no such

things and started to forget,

"You're so slow!"

pointed at his legs, and Mr. Quaker looked down to

bolted, only for the man to chase him down

floating too, while Mr. Quaker's screams resounded in the apartment, as if they were never

Jada, and the others were just stepping out of the lobby as they were discussing BM

failed and Frank wiped out their safehouses,

the calm before the storm. He therefore instructed Jada to keep

he spoke, he ran headlong into another man but quickly caught him, asking, "Are you

man shook his head, and grabbed Frank's wrists as he sobbed, "I'm sorry,

we know each

man

had to look closer and was unsure if he should laugh or cry-it

traditional medicine practitioners while being ignorant of his family's tradition, Mr. Quaker

Stubble grew all over his face, and his clothes were a

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