Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Death row in-mates

Alves watched and observed closely the look on Madam's face when she had a taste of the sumptuous mucus grilled with blood. What crawled up her face was more than shock. It was as though she had seen more than a ghost.

Alves didn't know when last he felt so soothed and happy after these long years. Seeing that look on Madam face was more than Utopia to him.

Of course he was a realistic person. He knew what he has just brought upon himself by going to that length. He knew what was bound to happen. He knew that there would be a shower of more and more misery on him. Yet, he allowed himself to bask in the strong rays of those soothing and intoxicating feelings teasing his nerves. Before he gets drenched and drown.

Suddenly he noticed Madam losing her balance and was falling away. She collapsed.

She must have been very irritated. Alves knew that she would never get over something like this. He had just stepped on the tail of a cobra.

While Madam was falling away, the two cops from ear