Irish once saw his picture, and he was still young in the photo, handsome, and with fine features. Joseph almost looked the same as Jacob at his young age.
Irish saw his picture in his tomb, and he was buried together with a beautiful woman, Joseph's mother.
The scattered memories started to scrape together and squeezed out from the deep of her mind.
It was painful to remember the old story.
Irish gazed at Vincent and Jacob and then turned to Moore, a thin man. They were all related to the drug dealers. They were also human traders, including Joseph's father.
"Don't talk nonsense, and shut up! Watch out for me!"
"But she is just a kid."
"I like this little girl."
"But...
"Stop! You would never know how wonderful it is to have sex with the little girls. Remember to watch out for me. If you also want to try, you can also try it."
Irish remembered the disgusting conversation.
