These chimneys stand like flags, proclaiming the empire's supreme power and wealth. After the gates of hell opened, these chimneys puffed and huffed even more diligently.,The boss held a newspaper, his eyes glancing up from above it without saying anything. He looked menacing and unfriendly.,Old Jack looked at the eyes, clearly suffering from cirrhosis and filled with blood vessels, and the particularly prominent beer belly, confirming that this guy was the one he was going to kill today.。