Blackbelly Butcher Mga Nobela at Kwento

HAKAN *** Even though I wanted to put a knife through his eye, I couldn’t do that for the sake of the mission I was here to accomplish. The butcher was a man in his early fifties, with a stocky build, a double chin and a pot belly bigger than a pregnant woman who was due for birth. He was also almost completely bald, and his once blonde hair had become nearly white. With his blue eyes, he might have been considered handsome in his youth because he was a stereotypical blonde that women seemed to be obsessed with for some reason, but the more power he acquired, the more influence he got from his business, the more lazy he got physically. He had lots of guards and he was confident of his useful

He spat up blood and went down, buried under the weight of the carcass. "Holy crap!" I threw the meat off him in a panic and hauled him up by the back of his collar like he weighed nothing. Of course, that was the exact moment the old geezer in the next door butcher store, Tom Walker, came strolling by with a group of idlers in tow. They took one look at the scene and completely lost it. "Well, well, Yvonne. Did you buy yourself a man to keep as a decoration?" "That's no husband, that's a pretty doll. Did the pig carcass just kill him? What terrible luck!"