Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Chapter 103: Yuzhen Palace!
The exterior of the Golden Lion Den was grand and imposing, but the interior told a completely different story. Some of the customers were smoking their pipes, some were drinking their alcohol, some were spouting drunken babble and vulgarities, and some were wailing in agony after losing their family fortune.
Every day, a handful of people would faint in shock after losing all their money, and the personnel of the gambling den would carry them out. Even so, a steady wave of crowd would still enter each day.
At the entrance of the Golden Lion Den, an unkempt middle-aged man with a stubble was lying on the floor. He has already lost his clothes, and all that remained on him was his underwear.
Those who caught sight of him would glance at him in contempt, ridicule him ‘Look! That’s the Imperial Brother’, or simply spit on him.
But the unkempt middle-aged man seemed completely oblivious to them, and a conceited smile hung by the edge of his lips. He seemed to be mocking those mocking him.
If one were to approach, one could even hear his babble ‘I am the Imperial Uncle’, ‘That’s right, I am the Imperial Uncle…’, ‘I will show you who’s boss then’.
Thugs, gamblers, prostitutes, drunkards… To the Golden Lion Den, this day seemed no different from the others.
That was until a deafening sound echoed.
Hong long long.
No one could have foreseen the sudden tremor. It seemed as though the Golden Lion Den was forcefully shaken by a pair of gigantic hands.
This situation happened too abruptly that the prostitutes and sing-song girls screamed in shock. The pale faces of the gamblers hurriedly turned around in panic to see what was happening.
Unknowingly, two mountain-like sturdy figures appeared at the entrance of the Golden Lion Den. The both of them stood side by side, blocking the rays of the sun. The entire Golden Lion Den seemed to have turned dark all of the sudden, as though their presence has turned day into night.
Everyone was shocked by the sudden turn of events. As though rabbits
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