Dust King**

Fifteen years ago, the Zhenguo General's Mansion was full of blood, and all loyalties were covered in dust. Fifteen years later, there was a cloth merchant named Chen Mo at Jiangnan Wharf, who worked with the abacus tanker all day long. It is said that businessmen are humble and only interested in profit. Little does he know that every piece of silk and satin he manages is weaving a huge web; Every road under control is paving the way for the final return. Gold is just his armor, abacus is just his disguise. His true foundation is the shadow guard of the Xiao family who has never dissipated in the darkness, and the liver and gallbladder of the Ye family who have never been cold in Mobei. His real edge is the Black Soul Sword that has never rusted. When the business territory covers Jiangnan, when the shadow guards reunite and the Ye family responds—— Chen Mo took off his disguise, he was Xiao Yichen. "In these fifteen years, I have never forgotten who I am." "Doing business is to accumulate strength; lurking is to see the enemy clearly." "Now-" "The Shadow Guards have arrived, the Ye family is shoulder to shoulder, and the Black Soul Sword is unsheathed." "The account with Prince Cheng's Mansion must be settled with blood." This time, the blood debt must be paid with blood. Gold opens the way, ink sword cuts the soul, I want this dim sky—— The three hundred heroic souls of my Xiao family wear sackcloth and wear filial piety.