Those who could walk unscrupulously on the beach at night were all men who could make people fear their names.
They were either people who did not care about their lives or people from gangs.
Not far away from the bustling Shili Yangchang was the turbulent Huangpu River.
Paramount Gate, Triple Gate, the singing girl's voice was as sweet as snowflakes.
Boss Bai, Smiling Buddha, Chou Laosi, and Chen Mou were the four most powerful people in Shanghai.
However, there was one person who had suddenly appeared.
Moreover, he was very young.
His name was Long Qi.
He was a dark horse with strong martial arts skills and a very decisive personality. He relied on his pair of iron fists to build his reputation. The scars on his body were his military achievements.
Many people who wanted to make a fortune in Shanghai were attracted by Draconic Seven. Draconic Seven was not only good at fighting but also generous. He was like a tiger in the forest. The difference was that as long as you did your job well, he would give you a bite of meat.
At this moment, in a small courtyard deep in the winding alleys of Shanghai Beach.
A black-haired young man was practicing archery. Sweat flowed from his forehead, across his angular face, then to his neck, collarbone, muscular chest muscles, and finally to his abdomen, outlining his charming lines.
The young man held a sword in his hand, and the blade seemed to be filled with a cold light. The ruthlessness of his sword seemed to have the power to freeze the fourteen states.
The young man's eyes were fixed on the blade of the sword, as if he was pondering over the mysteries within.
Finally, after a beautiful somersault, he suddenly struck out with his sword. It was as if something invisible in the air had been cut off. Only then did he put away his sword in satisfaction.
"Draconic Seven? He was really an opponent that people wanted to meet.”
The young man panted, and the smile on his lips was filled with unruliness.
After Li Ming found a place to stay on the beach, he found it quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle, giving off a faint feeling of being in the city.
At first, he really thought that he had transmigrated to the Republic of China period in history. Later on, he gradually realized that the setting of this world was a little different.
Chaos was indeed chaotic. This was the virtual world of the movie " Fierce War."
It was just that…it was a little different from the historical setting of the Republic of China.
Li Ming looked at the sword in his hand. With this sword, he believed that he would definitely be able to…become a king and become an immortal!
Looking at the blade of this sword that was flowing with moonlight, Li Ming knew that this sword was the best in the world at killing people.
"Let's go. Come with me to see the Shanghai Bund.”
Li Ming smiled as he wrapped the long sword in a black leather cloth. It looked like an umbrella when he held it.
There were no stars or moon tonight. What was that saying again? The moon was dark and the wind was high. Murder and arson!
Li Ming held his sword." It's a chaotic world now, and human lives are like paper. You'll come in handy."”
The sword was the ruler of all weapons. The sword could rule the world.
The sword was furious, and millions of corpses fell.
Feast, delicacies, naturally-the warmest blood!
Walking on the street, Li Ming wore a black top hat, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
However, because of his mysterious aura, he still attracted the attention of some people not far away. There was curiosity and curiosity in their eyes.
The place where Li Ming lived was considered a slum in Shanghai, but if it wasn't such a place, it wouldn't be the gathering place of the lower halls.
These small gangs at the bottom could not get a piece of the cake of the big shots, so they could only look at the suffering people living in the slums.
If they were to really bully high officials and nobles, they probably wouldn't have the guts.
The people living here were all the lower class of the city.
They worked hard every day and earned a meager amount of money. They also had to pay taxes. Other than the scalping of the capitalists, there was also the harassment of these rats in the dark.
Therefore, a young man like Li Ming suddenly appeared. His clothes, including the umbrella in his hand, looked like a big brother's clothes. He would not appear in such a dilapidated scene.
Those gazes from afar only dared to look from afar.
After all, Li Ming did not seem to belong here. If he had some noble status, rashly approaching him would bring disaster to himself.
These pitiful and pitiful people, under the devastation of this world, gradually became numb, as if they had never had any blood.
Li Ming felt those gazes, but he didn't feel guilty. Instead, he straightened his body.
He really wanted to set foot in the Shadow Empire on the beach. One day, he would stand on the high ground and accept the worship of the tide. His " peak " was far beyond the so-called height of the four big shots.
He wanted more.
His desire became even crazier.
However, at this moment, a gaze was chasing after Li Ming. However, that person was very far away, so Li Ming did not notice it.
There was a hint of envy in his eyes.
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