A young man yawned, tears rolling down his face, and said irritably.
Though he appeared unassuming, his martial arts skills were formidable.
Outside, he was undoubtedly a fierce warrior, capable of fending off dozens of enemies single-handedly.
Before coming to Zhongcheng Hall, he was a local influential figure, commanding hundreds of followers and owning over ten businesses. Although his assets didn't exceed a billion, they were close.
However, now he could only be a gatekeeper.
But he was merely venting. If truly asked to leave, he would beg on his knees and wail loudly.
No choice.
No matter how well one does outside, they're still just ordinary people.
Like working, no matter how well one does, they're ultimately just workers. To escape the class, one must control the means of production.
Zhongcheng Hall, even if fallen, remains the landlord of the new era, holding favors that one could never exhaust in a lifetime.
