"With five million, I'll be a cut above everyone else."
Kusa flirted with his female fans on his phone while secretly imagining the wonderful life ahead.
Screeech...
The brakes screeched.
The taxi came to a steady stop outside a run-down warehouse.
The female assistant stared blankly at the empty wilderness. "Where are we?"
"Your destination."
The driver lit a cigarette expressionlessly and honked the horn.
The rust-covered Iron Gate slowly opened.
A group of vicious-looking men swaggered out, weapons in hand.
"This isn't our hotel! What are you doing? I'm filing a complaint!"
The female assistant cried out in fright as she watched the Lei Zis approach.
The driver looked at her like she was an idiot, rolled down his window, and shouted, "Brother Chun, this passenger wants to file a complaint against me!"
The Lei Zis surrounded the car, then parted to make a path.
A man wearing a military overcoat walked up to the car, holding a steaming ear of corn.
"What? You wanna complain? Come on, get out. I'm the fleet manager."
Kusa was engrossed in his chat when he looked up.
His world came crashing down.
It wasn't that he hadn't worried about Old Ninth taking revenge.
He just hadn't expected it to come so soon.
Who besides the Eight-Nine Prefecture could mobilize these vicious-looking men?
A Chun impatiently slapped the hood. "Get out. Someone wants to see you."
"Y-you... who are you? I'm a big influencer with millions of followers! Believe it or not, I'll expose you!"
Kusa's chest heaved as he shakily took out his phone and aimed it at the man outside.
The latter took a speechless bite of corn. "You scared me to fucking death."
"Look, everyone! This is how people in Chun Prefecture treat international friends! Is there no justice? No