Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 157: War Rights
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3720: Nanming Yuyan
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 255: Gossiping
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 408: A Perfume Sachet
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 072: Luo Li: Are You Going to Reason with Me?
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 926: I Need to Cool Down
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 32: Run, Run!
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 254: First Cripple Him
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 744.5- 250 thousand crystals
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 889 - Mind-Boggling Wealth
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 744- 250 thousand crystals part 1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 770: The Power of Spacetime
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 197 - This Seems To Be The Birth Of A New Godly Powerhouse.
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 03.11 - Good Sunny Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3719: The Sword Heart Ancestor
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 253: Unruly
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 407: Take a Look at This World
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 31: Even More Ridiculous
Songjiang’s rubbish dump.
Dajun kneeled on top of a car hood wearing nothing but a pair of briefs in this freezing cold weather. He couldn’t help but shudder uncontrollably from the frost.
Brother Xiao stood by the side of the car, munching on a loaf of bread as he said, “The two of you handle the next batch of goods. I don’t have time right now.”
“No prob!” a brawny man, who was reading an erotic novel inside the car using the interior light, replied.
Vroom!
Shla shla!
The sound of cars crushing on layers of snow sounded outside, and the headlights of these cars cast a blinding radiance across the rubbish dump.
“Heh, looks like your boss is here?” Brother Xiao smacked Dajun’s head.
Dajun immediately raised his head to look into the distance, heaving a sigh of relief.
The cars stopped outside the rubbish dump. Wu Yao, with bandages over his head and body, limped in with a gang of over twenty henchmen.
“Who the fuck dared to touch our Brother Dajun?”
“Release him right now!”
“…!”
These henchmen had knives and guns in their hands as they hollered imposingly.
Brother Xiao shot a glance at the group before him and replied with a chuckle, “I don’t need him. Give me the money, and you’re free to take him away with you.”
Wu Yao pushed the crowd aside and walked up to Brother Xiao on his own. “You’re asking me for money?”
“It’s not me who is asking you for money, it’s Dajun who is begging for your help,” Brother Xiao explained patiently. “Didn’t I tell you through the phone? If you don’t intend to interfere in this matter, I’ll be settling it with him privately.”
“Heh!” Wu Yao took off his leather gloves as he asked with a smile, “How much does he owe you?”
“He has delayed his payment for a few days, so I’m going to charge some interest on that. I’ll waive away the spare change and take 80,000 dollars,” Brother Xiao tossed away the plastic bag of the bread as he rubbed away the grease on his fingers on Dajun’s smooth body.
“I didn’t bring that much with me.” Wu Yao turned around, gestured to the two brand new cars behind h
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