Chapter 1287: Mutant

Damara Jackson couldn't find any other weapons. He laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. This shit-smelling thing has offensive power. If the enemy comes over, I'll swing it. Even if I can't hit him, I can still throw shit all over him and make him sick to death!" The banquet table was not moved away, and Cabin and Damara Jackson carried one over. There are both food and wine, and we can start drinking right under Buck window. The two of them talked about everything, imagined the future, and...