Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 275: Mistake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1228- Foreign Race
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Gentle Snow After Story 1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1227- Died in battle
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 341 - Turns Out The Wind God Prefers Simplicity
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.1: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 274: Show Starts
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 353: What is Gao Ming's Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1226- Deal if you agree
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1225- Urge to bite him
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 340 - All Monsters Cleared; Dungeon Upgraded
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 37.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.2: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 352: July 14
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 273: Prop
At home.
Ma Lao-er looked at the phone groggily as he asked, “What the heck does Ol’ Three want to discuss? I don’t have anything I want to talk to him about.”
“… I’m not too sure either. Anyway, he just told me to relay his intention to meet you face-to-face and have a chat together,” the friend replied.
Ma Lao-er contemplated over this issue for a while before replying with a smile, “Alright then, I’ll have a talk with him then. However, there’s no way I’m going over to find him. Tell him that I’ll send him an address later at night.”
“Got it. I’ll relay your words to him.”
“Un, that’s all.”
Ma Lao-er didn’t think that this was anything important, so after hanging up the call, he went back to sleep.
…
The names of Songjiang’s roads were very diverse. While most of them had Chinese names, there were others that were clearly from other nationalities. This was due to Special District 9 having a very diverse population with people of all skin colors. It was through such details that these people created a sense of belonging for their own communities here.
Eight-thirty in the night, in the Northern Charles Street, Ol’ Three, together with two of his friends, entered a dilapidated building along the road.
They went all the way up to the third floor before hearing voices coming from one of the rooms. It was a mahjong room filled with the smell of tobacco. Ma Lao-er was sitting by one of the tables inside, wearing a cotton shirt. He beckoned Ol’ Three over with his hand and said, “Come and sit here.”
Ol’ Three smiled back as he walked over and took a seat directly opposite Ma Lao-er.
“Are you playing?” Ma Lao-er asked as he fiddled with the mahjong tiles on the table.
“Sure, let’s have a game,” Ol’ Three replied with a nod.
“Get two players over here to join us!” Ma Lao-er shouted across the room.
Not too long later, two lads walked over and sat down by the table too. The four of them quickly shuffled the tiles before starting the game.
They played for two rounds just like that. However, Ma Lao-er didn’t broach the topic
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