The Journey of an Ou

The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,A mysterious illiterate who claims to have amnesia and lives independently, taking care of himself, receives 10,000 yen per month. Isn't he a saint already,Green-haired Mohawk pointed his gun steadily at Old Jack with his right hand, and beckoned with his left: "Don't make a sound, slow down old man, crawl out from behind the counter slowly, let me see your hands...good, don't even think about making any moves. You two, go tie up these two unlucky bastards, and take their money too."。