Didi: My Passenger Is Qin Shi Huang

He started up a Didi ride, only to pick up a big shot.

“Hmph!” Ying Zheng turned his wrist. The Tai'a Sword remained unsheathed, its tip merely dipping a little, but those hawk-like eyes stayed fixed on Liu Chuan.

“Just twenty thousand coins, and you think you can toy with me? Speak! What exactly caused the ‘fall of the dynasty in its second generation’?!

How could my empire collapse after only fourteen years?! If you utter even one false word, I’ll tear you limb from limb!”