Local specialties?
To take back and share?
Is he planning to let the ferocious ghosts of the Ghost Society eat Jerry?
"Holy shit! Charles! You dare to say I'm a local specialty, fuck you, we're not done yet!"
When Jerry came to his senses, he immediately became anxious and cursed loudly.
He never thought about begging for mercy, because he knew from the beginning that he had offended Alexander, but he didn't expect Alexander to have so many means. Regret is of no use now, he can only open his mouth and curse.
"What the fuck, what are you! How dare you curse our Tommy DeVito, brothers, take the local specialty back for a meat feast!"
The muscular male ghost stepped forward and kicked Jerry to the ground, cursing equally.
"Thank you, Tommy DeVito!"
Everyone cheered in unison, rushed forward, lifted Jerry up, and walked out.
"Charles! I fuck you, you won't die well..."
