A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

He was the president of the Nightlife Commerce Association, who asked Mr. Carl Jacob and his friends during the day if they wanted to work as gigolos for him.


At this moment, his heart was filled with a stampede of muddy horses.


That fortune teller he met during the day said he would encounter a blood disaster.


He believed it and felt that he might face a blood disaster tonight, so he had made preparations to endure it.


However, he never expected the disaster to be so intense; who could possibly endure this?


It hadn't even been three minutes since Mr. Carl Jacob arrived at the hotel. To be honest, it took about a minute to walk, and less than a minute to talk. It hadn't even been two minutes in total, and he hadn't even warmed his seat, when the hotel was gone.


Yes, it was physically gone in every sense of the word.


He couldn't imagine that the blood disaster he would face tonight would come from such a person.


Chapter 297: "I remember that the tax rate for Ervin Hawk Company is 45%, right?"_4