I Want to Be a Gangster

Perhaps thousands of years from now, people will poke my tombstone to criticize scold Even trample But they can't change my great achievements------ broken into pieces Mo Sui kicked the zombie body away from his feet, weighed the big black brick in his hand, and sneered with a wretched look on his face. How many of the people who are following you will know what Uncle Broken Star is thinking, and they will all praise his reputation. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.