IZO44 AI PREDATOR
Yet stronger suspense lingered as Izo’s attacks intensified.
Kumomoneyfx, however, kept interrupting the focused flow with his endless incoming calls. His phone buzzed constantly, a parade of women from his social circle inviting him out. “Baby, clubbing tomorrow night? Saturday is going to be fire!” one voice cooed loudly on speaker before he quickly silenced it. Another call followed moments later. “Kumo, you promised us VIP! When are you picking us up?”
Rico shook his head with a grin, biting into a piece of chicken. “Man, you live a different life.”