Under the dazzling stars and the vast, boundless sea, where the scenery blends as one, if there were no worries, today would be perfect for getting drunk and singing.
But...
A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Yigol Foster's mouth as he put the cigar back into it.
"Brother, smoke less. This stuff isn't good for your oral health."
Usually, the three brothers smoked cigars only when they were trying to look cool. Sometimes, they would throw away a cigar after just two puffs. But today, Yigol had smoked one after another.
"Black Peter, I've met with failure today. What will you all do without me?"
"Brother, no matter what happens to you, we will follow you."
Yeah, no matter what happened to Yigol Foster, this group of brothers would never abandon him. That's why he was more determined to find a good way out for them all.
No, he couldn't just admit defeat so easily.
