Damn it! Damn it!
What the hell is a patrol!
Black tail ran along the road, all the way from the territory of the mud crocodile gang back to the territory of the sewing gang.
It had always heard that the patrol was a group of terrifying existences, but it had never heard that the patrol was not human!
Black tail spent nearly half a day running from one end of the city to the other, which was the headquarters of the sewing gang.
It really could not think of any place to hide, and the sewing gang’s attitude toward it had improved a lot recently.
It should be said that they respected it a lot.
Black tail adjusted his rapid breathing and walked toward the arcade below the sewing gang.
In half a month, the number of arcade machines in the sewing gang’s arcade had expanded to more than fifty. The key was that the number of people playing had also increased.
Black tail felt a little crowded just by standing at the entrance.
