"See, this is what I always say about making the best use of a waste." Looking at the blood splattering on the sea, the grey-bearded man smiled with satisfaction.
At this moment, he was standing on the deck of the submarine, enjoying a "shark show" with a happy face.
And the main character of this show ... Other than a few sharks attracted by the smell of blood, it was naturally the festering pus.
The rock star would never have dreamed that his cause of death would be a pirate shooting a few holes in his brother's body and then throwing him into the sea to feed the fish.
"I hate hippie." After the corpses were gone and the Sharks had dispersed, Greybeard shook the hook on his right hand and said,"I'd rather trade a dozen hippies for a dog that can clean the deck."
"But I remember you said ... You hate dogs ..." A crew member standing on the side added.
"What?" The grey-bearded man turned his head slightly and glared at the man."Kid ... What's your name?"
