Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Immediately, a somewhat familiar voice came from downstairs—


The first sentence was spoken in a normal voice, while the latter was whispered.


Immediately, Faulkner pictured a police officer with brown curly hair, plump cheeks, yet a slender frame in his mind.


After a slight hesitation, Faulkner responded.


Having killed that guy, Faulkner had no plans to flee far away.


He had already established his own enterprise in South Los, and even with an unexpected windfall, he wouldn't choose to leave this stable life.


Therefore, it was essential to maintain good relationships with policemen.


Chapter 185: Gold X Accomplice X Annihilation