Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 594: Uncle and Nephew (6)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 20: The Showdown Between Armies!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
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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