Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around! - Chapter 4169 - I’m Here

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

When other players are still stalking for how to recruit the Three Kingdoms, Qin Xiaobai already has such super-historical names as Baiqi, Hanxin, Chen Qingzhi, Yue Wumu and Zheng Chenggong.

When other players face the heavy internal affairs to help the hand, Qin Xiaobai already has the historical names of Shangfeng, Xiao He, Di Renjie, Wang Anshi, Zhang Juzheng and so on.

Trembling players, see how I crush you with the All-Star Deluxe lineup. A little white screamed.
“Oh… wait, it looks a bit wrong, for the hair I brushed out some sister paper…”

妲 褒姒, 褒姒, Zhao Feiyan, Taiping, 婉儿, Wu Mei Niang…, said where the good names are going.
A little white surrounded by sister paper sighed: “I don’t want to bring my sister to the Three Kingdoms.”

- Description from Uukanshu translation

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?