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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
All humans had strengths and weaknesses. The only difference was that some were obvious on sight, and some could only be seen in times of crisis.
Ma Lao-er was the type of person whose strengths and flaws were obvious on sight. He had a reckless personality, and he never thought about the consequences before acting. But from another perspective, he was a very sentimental person who would never scheme and play mind games against those he considered as his friends. This made him a very trustworthy individual.
Had it been anyone else, after dealing with Yong Dong, he would have surely hidden outside for a few days to avoid trouble. However, Ma Lao-er didn’t even change his accommodations. He returned back home and had a hearty sleep, as if nothing had happened at all.
The following morning.
Old Ma arrived at his nephew’s house and sent a kick at his sleeping head.
“What the fuck? Who is it?” Ma Lao-er woke up groggily.
Old Ma’s livid face was staring back at him. “What the hell are you doing? Who told you to get Yong Dong?”
Ma Lao-er sat up from the bed, revealing his topless body. He blinked his eyes before replying impatiently, “They were the ones who attacked me first. Everyone in the music bar saw it. What else can I do? Turn a blind eye to it?”
“Do you think I really don’t know what happened at all? If not for you raising the price in the auction, would they have made a move on you?”
“Uncle, that matter at Dirt Street nearly destroyed our Ma Family, and even my nephew was caught by the police… How many people did we lose?” Ma Lao-er raged with reddened eyes. “We are men of the streets. If we keep our heads lowered for everything, who would want to work for us? Anyone with 5kg of medicine will be shot down, the risk is the same for everyone. Those working for the Yuan Family have pride and honor, but do we have to offer our men? Not only must they look out for the police, they still have to be worried about getting humiliated by our rivals… Don’t you find it frustrating at all?”
To be honest, Old Ma was a little m
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