MTL - All-American Collection - Chapter 17

The chairman of the White House of ‘City A’ and his wife died in a plane crash, leaving their 3-year-old orphan with a large fortune. The relatives were trying their best to cheat the girl and enter the house to get ahold of it. But who knew that the ’10 billion-dollar doll’ would have chosen her father, or also known as the city’s most popular guy, on her own…

Luo Sheng: “f*ck, I’m not doing it!”

Yinyin: “Daddy, hug!”

Luo Sheng: “….”

A few days later —

“F*ck, who dares to bully my daughter? I won’t let him get away with this!”

- Description from Novelupdates

An Immortal does not differentiate between good and evil, nor do they care about the distinction between black and white. They do not ask what is right or wrong, and consider all living things as dogs. In spite of everything, Immortals pursue the Dao with bitter resolve.

Any being who disturbs my Dao, good or evil, will be forced to meet their karma, reduced to nothing more than ashes.

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