I Will Eventually Become a Capitalist Tycoon?

Isn't this basically a tourism promotional video for Lungmen?

What was Great Yan based on?

Those who knew, knew.

The Myanmar civil war—a whole bunch of people holding binoculars at the border, watching the drama unfold.

And with safety seemingly well guaranteed,

it naturally attracted some people.

Although he hadn't sent the Shadow Legion out to gather information, at this point, there probably wasn't much need to send the Shadow Clone Army either.

—Anyone could guess that a massive crowd of spectators was currently rushing over, crying all the way.

And Lungmen itself had been based on a city with an astonishing population density.

It was like forgetting to add water while cooking porridge and ending up with plain rice instead.

Rather than staying here, joining the team hunting him down was indeed a good choice.

At the very least,

his father-in-law and mother-in-law, who had already reserved VIP spots at Lungmen's Number One Labor Reform Center, were there.

Seeing them more often had its benefits.

Under the Shapeshifter Lord's grave expression, the man lightly tapped the ground with his toe, and his pupils turned crimson like molten iron.

The blue gradient at the tips of his hair was swallowed by black, like some cold, raw metal.

Since he was going to join the assassins' ranks, he naturally had to change races.

—The Lupo race was too low-class. If he blended in, he would probably only get to sit at the dogs' table. Ya Zi, meanwhile, was obviously a true dragon at a glance.

Since neither his original race nor his favorite disguise could be used, Sarkaz was the best option.

Pure-blooded Royal Court bloodlines had always been heroes among Terra's heroes.

Just so happened that those who knew he possessed the Black Crown were basically party attendees, along with