Once upgraded, he dusts off his butt and scampers off in an instant.
As for the few families, if they were rational and chose not to pursue him, that would be fine. But if they impulsively sought revenge, Casio wouldn't mind personally wiping out the debts himself.
As the saying goes.
If you kill your creditors, you won't be in debt anymore.
On another day, in the eastern part of the Black Rain Villa.
The Iron Blood Bar.
In a secluded corner near the back door.
A tall man dressed in a cloak sitting in front of a table enjoying a drink. He seemed very mysterious and quiet, his cold demeanor oddly contrasting the boisterous atmosphere surrounding him.
Casio glanced at the burly man next to him who was indulging in his drink, his expressive chest hair dripping with ice-cold alcohol. He put his glass down with a thud, and let out a content shout.
In a far corner, a man and a woman who were Markers started kissing after a few drinks, behaving promiscuously in front of everyone.
