The Journey of an Ou

A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,The young man named Heather struck three robbers in quick succession with punches that moved at near-instantaneous speed, delivering blows with force exceeding two tons each, all within less than half a second.。