“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Jack's old man, realizing what had happened, roared with anger. He saw Heather slip into the storeroom and shook his head: "Pretty good kid, too bad he's got a big mouth.",Yes, if we just leave him there, by morning he'll probably only be found as remains on an illegal black market surgeon's operating table.。