"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"George, come in."

George, who was standing outside the door, listened to the sound coming from inside, first looked around vigilantly, then quickly opened the door, and quickly closed the door as he walked in: "Dong."

Hawke, who was sitting on the other side of the bar, looked at George's somewhat skillful movements and raised his eyebrows: "The joint posture is very skillful, George, it's amazing."

A trace of pride flashed across George's face. When he was about to speak, he frowned and smelled the bloody smell in the room. Then, his eyes instantly fell on the repairman who was lying on the ground, with a towel in his mouth and a hole in his knees.

"This is……"

"take it easy."

Hawke walked out from behind the bar with two glasses of wine, handed George a glass, pointed to the mechanic on the floor and said, "His tongue was cut, he couldn't speak, and his kneecap was dug up and could not run away. Do you like the gift I gave you."

George listened to Hawk's words lightly, but the content was extremely cruel. He frowned and looked at Hawk with a bright smile, looking at a perverted person very clearly.

"You did it?"

"Of course not."

“…”

Um?

No.

Shouldn't you say, do you have evidence?

George frowned in his heart, looking at Hawke who simply denied this matter, and was a little suspicious: "Isn't you who did it?"

Hawke looked at George's face and knew what George was thinking in an instant. He shook his head speechlessly: "You just think this is what I did. I hope I will say you have evidence? I said that after meeting Gwen, I became very kind, compassionate and tolerant."

wrong.

I have always had it, but Gwen magnified my three excellent qualities.

Um.

Gwen's credit is at least 32.5%?

Hawke thought in his heart.

George wanted to laugh when he heard Hawke's boastful words.

you?

kindness.

Let me tell you about this sentence with Colson, who doesn't know whether it's dead or alive. See if Colson agrees with your point of view.

George thought so, shook his head, looked at the mechanic on the floor, and took a deep breath.

"It's not you, who is that."

"He himself."

"What?"

"It's him."

“…”

George looked at Hawke with a blank expression: "You want to tell me that it was this person who cut off his tongue and then dug off his kneecap?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Hawke raised his eyebrows, snapped his fingers, and looked at George: "It's worthy of being an old police detective for many years. It's clear at all. Yes, it's just like what you said, he did it himself."

George: "…"
Chapter completed!