But this also filled him with a gnawing sense of insecurity. After all, as he got older, there was no guarantee that someone younger and more ruthless wouldn't come along to challenge his authority.
So, just to be safe, he planned to save up for body modification.
That way, he could not only cement his status but also extend his life—a perfect solution with multiple benefits.
Just as Zhu Biao was planning for the future, one of his henchmen spoke up, his voice dripping with sycophantic praise.
"Master Biao, that little girl's house is just ahead. We're almost there!"
Zhu Biao snapped out of his reverie and looked up. Ahead was a cluster of shacks that looked dilapidated even for the slums.
The people who lived here were the lowest of the low, even by the standards of the garbage district.
The thought of that little girl made Zhu Biao's heart stir with lust, and he quickened his pace.
