From the Start, I Use a Dragon Claw to Rob the Federal Reserve Vault

The rich rely on technology, the poor on mutation. Before Wang Yue could decide what to mutate into,

the wheels of history sent a mudslide hurtling downhill...

The Federal Reserve: Oh my God, where did our gold go?

The celebrity: This is bad! There's a ghost under my bed.

Some Immortal Emperor: Find out which punk stole my footwraps.

Some leader: Who took my safe? It was full of the people's hard-earned money that I couldn't bear to spend.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.