"Dad, they say I am a bastard without a father..."
Looking at his daughter who was covered in scars, and then at the arrogant son of the richest man opposite, who was clamoring to kill himself with money, Chu Yuan smiled, a smile that was terrifying.
Ten years ago, he took charge of the [Ten Thousand Realms Fate Map] and used numerology as a contract to lend endless longevity, luck and talent.
This group of ants kneeling at his feet and begging for mercy have now become a superior plutocrat, god of war, and peerless miracle doctor!
Even the richest man who stepped on his daughter's head was an old dog who lent him thirty years of life to survive till now!
Since you refuse to repay the debt, you still want to touch my daughter?
Chu Yuan pulled open his collar, and the tattoo on his back was as scarlet as blood:
"The tens of billions of assets you are proud of are my rewards."
"The thirty years of life you are so proud of were borrowed from me."
"Now, with interest, bring it to you!"
At that moment, all the old people around the world collectively trembled!
