Ouyang stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper, watching divine souls land here from time to time in the distance before law enforcers took them away for reform through labor.
Every divine soul who came here had to work on urban construction first, contributing their own share to the city's expansion.
Want to freeload off me and move straight in for free?
What a joke. Saddle yourself with a seven-hundred-year mortgage first!
Don't agree? The River of Forgetfulness has been running a little low lately!
The big-time capitalist was none other than yours truly!
Watching the city begin to bustle, Ouyang said leisurely, "Old Fan, how was that move this genius played?"
The Old Clan Leader smiled with narrowed eyes. "In chess, there are sound moves, brilliant moves, and mediocre moves. Young master, your move went beyond all three categories."
"Hahaha, so this genius played the legendary divine move?" Ouyang said smugly.
The Old Clan Leader shook his head. "You're mistaken, young master. That move stank so badly, even a dog couldn't have played it! A rotten move!"
Ouyang's smug expression froze. Flying into a rage, he grabbed the Old Clan Leader's beard and sprayed spittle as he shouted, "Old man, do you believe I'll throw you off here right now?!"
Looking at Ouyang before him, Fan Rubin kept smiling. "Getting worked up, young master?"
Worked up, my ass!
Ouyang was about to curse him out, but the sight of Fan Rubin's faintly amused face left him thoroughly frustrated.
This old bastard was as shrewd as a monkey. To think he'd seen through everything!
Ouyang sighed softly and released Fan Rubin's collar. Turning around, he stared blankly at the Sky-Piercing Giant Pillar. "I know what the old man wants to do, but I still can't bring myself to do it!"