All of Lungmen was worried about why Emperor had not caused any trouble, while Emperor himself sat beside a bonfire, holding an old CD.
The CD was titled a.k.a.
Emperor had gone through quite some effort to dig it out of a dust-covered storage cabinet.
He was the king of the rap world, Siren's mysterious star act, and the owner of a massive corporation. His hobby of collecting records was practically common knowledge. Naturally, Emperor had no shortage of sour rivals, who always loved comparing the size of their record collections.
Earlier that morning, a music enthusiast who also owned a factory had come to show off a new addition to his collection.
a.k.a.'s debut rap album, complete with an exclusive autograph.
At the time, Emperor had felt utterly awful.
It was not because the other man had something he happened to lack, nor was it narrow-minded jealousy at work. Emperor would never think that way.
He was simply in a very bad mood.
Because a.k.a. was actually one of Emperor's old aliases.
But he did not remember signing any records, and Emperor's handwriting had not looked like this back then. The closer he examined it, the more he realized that not only was the autograph fake, but the record itself was counterfeit too.
How strange.
It felt like spotting a pile of cow dung on the road. It was disgusting, but he could not help looking at it twice.
"Jealous?"
"Not at all."
Factory Owner Mu Mo's face was full of smug satisfaction, wearing that infuriating look that said, You do not have it, but I do. Emperor looked at him, opened his beak, then stopped himself. He really did not want to admit that a.k.a. was his alias.
But the pirated old CD with its fake autograph was