Chu Feng held his dying brother in his arms and laughed crazily in the heavy rain: "Don't worry, I won't even leave their ashes."
Two years later, Yeyue fell, and he found a bronze fragment engraved with ancient Chinese seal script in the enemy's command room.
Half a year later, the homepage of the darknet exploded: "The Lord of Guixu announces his retirement!" Underground forces around the world collectively suffered from insomnia.
On the streets of Haicheng, Chu Feng rode a shared bicycle to pick up the driver's order.
In the back seat of the Maserati, the drunk female CEO Su Qingxue kicked off her high heels: "Drive to the Civil Affairs Bureau!"
"Miss, the Civil Affairs Bureau is off duty."
"Then go to a place where you can get married!" She choked and grabbed Chu Feng's collar. "That bastard said no one wants me... If you marry me, you will get half of the inheritance!"
