“Hey, speak a word!”
Carter lifted the crane’s neck and shook it.
“Gah!”
The pain of being beaten and the drunkenness make the crane look like a drunkard. It can no longer distinguish things, and it can’t answer any questions at this time.
One mouth, it is wine hiccups, and the thick wine gas is sprayed out like poisonous mist.
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