The Lord of Taibai Water

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.
Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.
Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.
No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.
"If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

"So, the fact that the Duke Federation hasn't fallen is simply inconceivable..."


Through the vision of the Spirit Monster, Qin Muye saw that the young man collected the protection money, skimmed a bit off the top, and then handed it over to the Gang Leader. The Gang Leader took a large portion of the sum and gave it to the Patrol, who then collected protection money from various street factions before sending half of it upwards, creating a large pyramid structure.


And at the very tip of this pyramid, the Governor sat doing nothing and yet received the largest share.


"Wait, something's not quite right." Qin Muye categorized the data collected by the Spirit Monster and discovered something interesting.


It turned out that the hoodlum was skipping over some people and not charging them protection money.


This made no sense, bullies targeting the weak while avoiding the strong was the norm, but those people didn't look tough at all; they seemed more like ordinary folks.


Chapter 372: The Foreign Martial Artist