A terrifying pressure envelops him, as if it could tear him apart and devour him at any moment.
In terms of age, the other person is on the decline, but who in Sha City would dare consider the top figure of Green Land as an old man nearing the end?
At least Fu Zili, born and raised in Sha City and striving there, cannot accomplish this.
Luckily, he smokes.
Nicotine can numb the nerves.
Even though there's only a nanny, the other party surely possesses the skill to summon countless troops with a single signal, perhaps only needing to slap the table for blades and executioners to rush in from hiding.
Choosing to come here unarmed is undoubtedly risky.
But where in the world is there such a thing as a free lunch?
With the help of influential figures, some paths must still be tread alone.
"Ssss—"
Fu Zili remains silent, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
"Indeed, you've chosen a fine captain."
