Mr. Belzemeninsky, who had been stabbed, lay in a pool of blood, and Mars used a kitchen knife instead of bullets to resolve the matter. Mars thought this child was quite considerate - you see, Mr. Belzemeninsky said that bullets were too expensive, so his offspring just followed suit willingly.
Then Mars reached out his hand, and the unopened alcoholic beverages on the table danced with Spiritual Energy, their caps opening, and the alcohol gathered together, eventually becoming Mars's hand-cleaning solution.
After washing his hands, he waved them, splashing the liquid onto the ground.
"Such scum, alive, only make food expensive, maybe he and his companions would even occupy those liquid foods that should have been distributed to the poor," Mars said, as he noticed a refrigerator in the corner and walked over to open its door.
