"It really is a big city!"
It was really an eye-opener for Roger, who had rarely visited the city, when he saw the smooth asphalt pavements, the beautiful cars that drove on the road, the magnificent villas, and most importantly, the ladies dressed in fine attire.
He was wearing a dirty suit, which was his deceased father's that he had found from his suitcase. The suit seemed a little tight on him, but it could effectively hide his guns that he hid in his underarm pockets, so as not to scare off the distinguished people in the city. The ladies in town were so pretty that Roger's eyes couldn't move fast enough to look at all of them.
"I'm warning you, don't even think of running away. You're my jackpot, and whether I ride pretty ladies depends on your performance," Roger warned Famous.
