The Great Sword is not the Main Body! - Chapter 81: The Battle of Tylant (4)

Qin Fan was reincarnated and dumped by the school beauty.She had no idea that in his previous life, he was a god of the stock market. His net worth was more than 10 billion, and he could weather any financial storm.In his previous life, he did not care for his younger sister and caused her to fall ill and be hospitalized. Therefore, the heavens gave him a chance to make up for his previous regret. Now, he only wanted to make his younger sister a princess!In this life, it was not enough for him to have a 10 billion net worth. Even 100 billion was nothing.He wanted to create the Qin’s First Group and make it the top capital consortium in the world.

Wang Guorui traveled to Taiwan in 1895, and obtained a super gold finger—the Red Police Base.

Since then, the whole world has been changed.

The Emperor of Japan: “He must be eliminated, otherwise our great Japan will never have peace!”

The Russian Tsar: “Please stop fighting. I will marry my daughter to you and cede Siberia as a dowry.”

British Prime Minister: “Why did I wake up and the navy of the British Empire is no longer the number one in the world?”

German Emperor: “Dear and brave German soldiers, please persevere, our Eastern allies are coming soon!”

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[Host, host, I am the System, I can help you conquer the world and the witches with various personalities.]Xi Mu: Hmm... Isn't this an action game? When do we start slashing?[Right... This is an action game, but I suggest that the host also try to seduce the witches along the way, there are generous rewards.]Xi Mu: What rewards?[Of course, the perfect romantic experience!]Xi Mu: No need, I've already played through the romance plotlines. Now I just want to go on a rampage and speedrun the game.][...]

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”