Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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 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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
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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