Chen Mo, the owner of a second-hand bookstore in Nanjiang City, is a gentle and good person in the eyes of his neighbors.
It wasn't until interstellar pirates destroyed his place that he discovered that he was an extremely rational and sinister person at heart.
I believe in cutting the grass and removing the roots, spreading the ashes and crushing the bones.
Not only do people kill people by touching their corpses, but they also turn the corpses into flower fertilizer, and even squeeze out the last bit of value from the enemy's soul.
When all the races in the interstellar world were still playing with genetic mutation and mechanical modification, Chen Mo silently took out the ancient magic weapon of cultivation.
"It's unseemly to fight and kill. We are businessmen."
Chen Mo wiped the blood on his hands, smiled and dismantled the enemy's mecha into scrap metal.
