"Caught a cold? That's nonsense," said scar-face as he irritatedly smacked the head of the little follower who made that suggestion. "How dare you curse me as such. Is your skin itching for something?"
"Then, what just happened to you, boss?" asked the little follower confusedly as he covered his head.
"Maybe a beauty is thinking about me," suggested scar-face with a sniffle. But even as he spoke, he felt a chill on his back. Could it really be that some beauty was thinking about him at this present moment? Frankly, it wasn't likely.
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