The shutter sounded, and a photo of Lamborghini turned to ashes at Shen Guizang's fingertips. In the camera, a golden-scaled dragon condensed by greed and obsession roars into reality, and the asphalt road instantly twists into a whirlpool. A high school dropout, a body of void, and an S-class wanted criminal. The Council of Ten Directions around the world offered a reward of tens of billions of spiritual stones, and people with super powers, dead chaebols, and cultivating sects took turns to intercept and kill him. On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar every month, strange creatures of the same level of strength descend from the cracks in the void on time, and they will not stop dying. But they didn't know - Shen Guizang's photo album contained a group photo at Rockefeller Center. He touched the screen lightly, and the Wolf of Wall Street stepped out of the photo, controlled the global stock market with his backhand, and bought the pursuer as his employee. The gray cat Copper Coin licked its paws and reminded: "Master, the loyalty of the weapon spirit is seventy-three, be careful of backlash." Shen Guizang pulled out a newly taken photo on his phone - it was a group photo of the meeting of the United Nations' five permanent members. "On the fifteenth day of this month, let the market owner come in person."
