lt;lt;lt;Out of Pris

This group of people, who could shake the world with a stomp of their feet, now stand in neat rows on either side, parting to make a passage for a young man.,Finally, he stood before the obsidian gate, its metallic sheen glimmering in the dim light.,Accompanied by screams, a few minutes later, the once invincible drug lord, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, was dismembered and dragged out like a dead dog.。