Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 41: The Weaving Shadow Nest Is Your Most Loyal Servant!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 632.2: Reverse Scale - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 257: Transmigration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 335: Cursed Daughter
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1195.5- Area beneath the walls (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 326 - Can You Guess How I Felt At That Moment?
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 953: Old Friends
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1195- Area beneath the walls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 25.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 632.1: Reverse Scale - Part 1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 334: We're Very Welcoming
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 256: Enter the Door
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 325 - They're Out Of Luck
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1194- Top Flower
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 952: A Hundred Years of Accumulation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1193- Heaven and Earth as one
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 324 - A Bunch Of Fake Gods; Princess Dongfang Yao
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.2
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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