Ghost King furrowed his brows as he drove past Brother Xiezi's vehicle, wondering how the Kirin had disappeared without a trace, not knowing that some people are in sight yet far away.
Sometimes historical changes are due to something insignificant and a similarly insignificant person. While we constantly complain that life lacks highlights, little do we know, we might be changing the world.
Brother Xiezi was indeed a minor character, no matter how you put it. He was just a small leader with about a dozen people under him. He could scare others usually, but when it came to fighting, he never needed to lift a finger.
Brother Xiezi hummed a tune as he drove into the garage, an old bungalow he had modified. He had added an extra floor, making it look like a small, independent villa. After parking the vehicle, Brother Xiezi took out the remote control, pressed it twice, made a flashy turn, and was about to head upstairs when he suddenly heard a heavy moaning sound.
