On Kuiyu Star, Only I Can Bear the Surname Zhou

[Sci-fi + gangsters + inner and outer mechs + violent aesthetics + doing whatever he wants]

(No System, not invincible, plot-focused, not hard sci-fi. Read at your own risk.)

(An ensemble cast, woven into a vast conspiracy theory, combining science fiction with organized crime.)

He has no money, power, or status, yet a whole pack of underlings eagerly calls him “Bro”?

He’s not tall or handsome and doesn’t spend money, so why do rich heiresses and socialites throw themselves at him?

Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to rule?

You’ve got a lot of power, huh? With a giant tentacle tipped with spikes hanging over your head, you still have to call him “Bro,” don’t you?

You spent three million in one night, and your family has connections reaching the heavens, but you still have to call him “Bro,” don’t you?

You’re aloof and pure as ice, high and mighty, and think you’re something special, but don’t you still have to say, “Bro, give it to me”?

Dragons must lie low, and tigers must crouch.

When you see him, bend at the waist, lift your head and chest, and call out, “Hey, Bro!”

Nothing wrong with that!!!

Heh heh heh…

“On Kuiyu Star, only I get to have the surname Zhou!”