Wang Bing, once the Holy Son of the Fat Cult, now a Dragon Among Men.
No one could deny his talent.
What Wang Bing understood was that a talented person could live smoothly no matter what era they found themselves in.
Within the Fat Cult, he had been a genius Holy Son.
Later, when the cult fell, he had still been able to rely on his talent to reach Ultimate Bliss and earn the favor of those Ancient Plague Exterminators and the upper ranks of Parliament.
The world's cruelty was reserved only for those pitiful fools without ability.
To him, the world had always been gentle.
And in this cruel yet beautiful world of pestilence, Wang Bing had long since lost interest in ordinary, mediocre women.
The only ones who caught his eye were beautiful Plague Exterminators who were geniuses like himself.
[Di Qiuyan], who had entered the ranks of Human Dragon in a single stroke at the Selection Tournament, had been his foremost target.
Wang Bing possessed quite a few photographs of [Di Qiuyan], bought at high prices from the underground Plague Exterminator world—such things were contraband in the Chengyun Dynasty. No one dared treat a prince with real power in Chengyun that way.
What an unparalleled beauty.
That head of white hair, that icy demeanor.
They made Wang Bing tremble through every unbearably lonely night.
Every filthy thought fermented in his mind alongside the fat beneath his skin.
Conquering such an iceberg beauty was what a man ought to do.
Hmph.
Wang Bing's expression turned solemn.
That man of Di Qiuyan's, [Zhou Zhi], had been dead for two years. It was time for her to find a new man.
"Human Dragon Di, long time no see."
Wang Bing gripped E Xiao by the head and struck what he