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“If there’s another thing that can be considered a Crime Lord… that is underground.” He put on a wry smile.

“It doesn’t have intelligence, but it’s the home of numerous species.” He stared at the rapidly closing ceiling. “If one is buried, he can’t hope to go out ever again.”

Swish.

Adrian only got twenty bullets. But just earlier, he’d already fired twice. Now, he shot one again. His hand reached out and touched the hard part of the earth. He only needed one more tug to get out.

However, a tentacle sneaked out of the corner of his eyes.

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“Fuck you!” He shot another. Chuk.

Adrian felt the slimy limb loosening. He looked up again. Waiting for more seconds would lead to his downfall. He gnashed his teeth out of anger and survival before being able to pull himself out.

“Shit! Shit! Just shit!”

“I’ve been here for many months already! Now, my stocks are dwindling at an insane speed!”

After venting, the man gritted his teeth and continued on a different path. While at it, he started the grueling task of collecting earth’s energy from the air.

“The world of the past and the present is biased towards geniuses. Geniuses before can invent things to make living convenient while the average people can only strive to live.”

“In the current time, geniuses can collect earth’s energy by multiple times while people like me need several days just to get an okay amount.”

“Fortunately, I’m alone. I don’t have to frustrate myself chasing their backs every day.”

“I just have to clench my teeth. That’s it. In fact, the gap between a genius and an average guy is smaller now.”

“All is hoping to live.”

“And all I’m wishing is to kill those four bastards!”

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