Jack's Old Man was half-paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like turnips, he pointed to the back room and began to grumble in a voice hoarse from smoke and alcohol: "You're only good for your strength. Get moving! Bring out ten cases of Si Lu sparkling water.",For a moment, Jack's father was touched by his own kindness. Wiping away a tear, he reached under the cupboard and pulled out half a bottle of whiskey. He took a big swig.,Looking at the three deformed corpses, blood slowly pooled beneath them. There were two streaks on the ground, still emitting a wisp of blue smoke. These were the marks left by Heather's shoes as they scraped against the ground at high speed.。