Simulating_Crimes_C485
by MarineTLChapter 485: If It's Cruelty You Want, I'm Afraid You've Picked the Wrong Opponent Half an hour later. Dancer took off the blood-stained white coat and rubber gloves, licking the blood from near his lips. After tossing the clothes casually onto the floor. He looked at Landmine, who was hanging in front of him. Landmine no longer looked human and had long since stopped breathing. Dancer sighed with a hint of lingering dissatisfaction, shaking his head. "What an unreliable toy." He then…









