Police Dog C50
by MarineTLChapter 50: He Has No Regrets Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle... The freshly skewered squid was pressed flat against the oil-slicked iron griddle with a spatula. The moment it touched the surface, it let out a sizzling sound, and the part in contact with the griddle released a mouthwatering aroma of charred seafood. When cumin powder and other seasonings were sprinkled on top, the smell became even more overpowering, making every other food stall within dozens of meters seem dull in comparison. The scent,…









