"Y-n-g Mast-r"

It's been three days, and Damien was all alone in the brothel room. The door of the room opened suddenly to the old man.

"You are back."

Damien raised her head. The man walked towards the bed. Damien's eyes squinted when the man got to him,

"You are sober today. What a good thing. I'm glad you listened to me. It's good for your health."

The man stood at his front as he spoke. Then suddenly, the man walked away towards the wardrobe. He opened an angle where there were only a few clothes.

With one hand, he collected the clothes and walked to Damien. He threw the clothes in Damien's face.

Damien jumped on his feet at once. He was stunned.

"You have done me more harm than good ever since you came."

The old man started. Then, he walked towards the window. There was a cigarette in his hand. He lit the cigarette and puffed a loop of smoke.

"It will do the both of us good if you leave at once. Those are your clothes."

The man turned to him fully.

"I have no idea why a fully grown man like
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