The Pen That Can't Fly

In the twenty-seventh year of Hong Guang, the allied forces of seven nations invaded the Great Blue Dynasty.
Rifled muskets, mortars, and armored vehicles combined into a steel tide, were ultimately shattered by the Great Blue's armored cavalry.
Muscle, magic, firearms, cannons... the new and the old powers continuously collided.
In an era of great strife, Li Fei, with the help of a Ten Thousand Blood Bead, gradually became an existence akin to a BOSS:
'Is this the extent of your damage? You haven't even taken off one-thousandth of my health.'
'You don't think this is enough to kill me, do you?'
'Don't rush, the second phase is up next!'
......

This Martial Saint's Health Bar is Too Thick!

Li Fei, looking down at the crowd bowing uniformly before him, barely managed to keep his composure, thinking he was some kind of demon god who could catch bullets with his bare hands.


He didn't speak, and over three hundred people maintained their bowing posture, not daring to stand up.


The atmosphere at the scene gradually became oppressive as many people started to sweat profusely.


A moment later, a deep voice sounded from beneath the mask.


Upon hearing this, the over three hundred people at the scene breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and looked up at the Green-faced Ghost King on the stand.


"Liu San should have already mentioned to you in these past few days that I indeed plan to take over the business left by the Tiger Saber Gang and to reestablish the gang. However, many of the old rules will have to change,"


Chapter 132 Qingyuan City Management