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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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
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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