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Chapter 552 I Will Sell Myself to You Alright · Oct 08, 2026

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551 Chapter 551 Forbidden Area 2026-10-08
552 Chapter 552 I Will Sell Myself to You Alright 2026-10-08
553 Chapter 553 Totally Different 2026-10-08
554 Chapter 554 Crazy Dream 1 2026-10-08
555 Chapter 555 Crazy Dream2 2026-10-08
556 Chapter 556 Take Off 2026-10-08
557 Chapter 557 Time Passing Like Flowing Water 2026-10-08
558 Chapter 558 Outside World 2026-10-08
559 Chapter 559 Golden Week 2026-10-08
560 Chapter 560 Chance！ 2026-10-08
561 Chapter 561 The Story on The Cruise Ship 2026-10-08
562 Chapter 562 ‘Hunter’ and The Old Captain 2026-10-08
563 Chapter 563 Time 2026-10-08
564 Chapter 564 The First Night 2026-10-08
565 Chapter 565 Death 2026-10-08
566 Chapter 566 A Disguiser 2026-10-08
567 Chapter 567 Wish 2026-10-08
568 Chapter 568 The Third Party 2026-10-08
569 Chapter 569 Fierce and Cruel 2026-10-08
570 Chapter 570 Missing Puffer and Different Palm Prints 2026-10-08
571 Chapter 571 The Fog and The Shadow in The dark 2026-10-08
572 Chapter 572 Treasure 1 2026-10-08
573 Chapter 573 Treasure2 2026-10-08
574 Chapter 574 As Clear As Glass Both Inside and Outside 2026-10-08
575 Chapter 575 Calmness 2026-10-08
576 Chapter 576 -- 576 Code Name--- King 2026-10-08
577 Chapter 577 Love Song 2026-10-08
578 Chapter 578 Chapter 46 Sacrifice 2026-10-08
579 Chapter 579 Chapter 47 Turning Oneself In 2026-10-08
580 Chapter 580 Chapter 48 Classified 2026-10-08
581 Chapter 581 Chapter 49 Beneath the Ocean 2026-10-08
582 Chapter 582 Chapter 50 Burial 2026-10-08
583 Chapter 583 Chapter 51 Willing for You 2026-10-08
584 Chapter 584 Chapter 52 Continuation 2026-10-08
585 Chapter 585 Chapter 53 Era 2026-10-08
586 Chapter 586 Chapter 54 The Eternal Silence Part 1 2026-10-08
587 Chapter 587 Chapter 55 The Eternal Silence Part 2 2026-10-08
588 Chapter 588 Chapter 1 YESNO 2026-10-08
589 Chapter 589 Chapter 2 ‘Main God’ Project 2026-10-08
590 Chapter 590 Chapter 3 The Feeling of Being Alive 2026-10-08
591 Chapter 591 Chapter 4 The Young Knight 2026-10-08
592 Chapter 592 Chapter 5 Weakness 2026-10-08
593 Chapter 593 Chapter 6 The House 2026-10-08
594 Chapter 594 Chapter 7 There Is More Than 1 and 2026-10-08
595 Chapter 595 Chapter 8 After the First Income 2026-10-08
596 Chapter 596 Chapter 9 Ashes 2026-10-08
597 Chapter 597 Chapter 10 Milk God Xiaobao 2026-10-08
598 Chapter 598 Chapter 11 Black Soul-Class Host Processor 2026-10-08
599 Chapter 599 Chapter 12 Six Degrees of Separation 2026-10-08
600 Chapter 600 Chapter 13 Death 13 2026-10-08

552: I Will Sell Myself to You, Alright?

Editor: TheSloth “Useless!

A bunch of useless bastards!!

Four of you and you still couldn’t handle one guy.

All of you come back banged up!”

Zhang Kun was pissed!

Staring at his boys in front of him, he was even more pissed!!

“Boss, you don’t know, that foreigner’s stick moves are insane!

We swung crowbars at him, still couldn’t keep up.

Look at him—look at his shoulder, bet it’s ruined!”

Zhang Kun frowned.

The guy hurt the worst was still out cold, but peeling back his shirt and seeing that wound, even Zhang Kun felt a chill crawl down his spine.

“You, get him to the doc—” Zhang Kun waved his hand, then quickly changed his mind: “Wait!

Not the one in town!

Hop on your bike, go to the next town, don’t get patched up here.

If the doc asks, tell him it was a motorcycle accident, got it?”

“Got it, Boss!”

Zhang Kun had zero intention of using those two wax pellets he scored off that mystery dude…

Shit like that, he figured, was wasted on his goons!

“Motherfucker!

That foreigner can brawl, huh?” Watching them leave, Zhang Kun sat down, still pissed.

The last two boys hurried to pour him a cup of water.

“Bro, I’m telling you, that foreigner ain’t simple…

Maybe best we don’t mess with him after all?”

Bullying the weak, fearing the strong—that’s always been their go-to standard.

He scowled, then sneered: “Besides, Bro, if you really want San Er’s fine little ass, we can just snatch her up for you, quiet like.

Then you do whatever you want.

When you’re tired of her, just dump her back—what’s a widow gonna do?

Run around telling people?

Ain’t no one gives a shit!”

“What’s the point of that?” Zhang Kun snorted coldly.

“Bunch of clueless idiots!

Out, out, get the hell out, stop getting on my nerves!”

The two looked at each other, their wrists still throbbing with pain.

Hearing that, like hell they wanted to stay, so they went off to lick their wounds somewhere else.

Zhang Kun sat there alone, drinking a bottle of Jiujiang, munching on some peanuts…

But halfway through, he couldn’t taste a thing, so he slammed everything off the table and onto the floor.

“Looks like you fucked up, huh.”

“You again!”

The split second he heard that voice, Zhang Kun shot a deadly glare over—and like clockwork, that guy in the trench coat was standing right there at the window.

This time, it was his own house’s window.

Zhang Kun stormed over, fuming: “I did what you asked!

And for what?

I got jack shit out of it!

My boys got trashed!

You never said that foreigner was such a pain in the ass!!”

Trench coat…

Nero chuckled low, twice.

“Stupid?

If it was easy, you think I’d pay you with that kind of medicine?

You actually think goodies just fall out of the sky?”

Zhang Kun finally held himself back: “Just give it to me straight!

Who the hell is that foreigner?”

Nero chuckled again, deep and low.

Zhang Kun snapped: “What the hell are you laughing at!”

Nero, mocking: “Laughing at what a loser you are.

Look at you now, nowhere to vent, just sulking…

Oh, by the way, I just passed that tofu shop, heard a racket inside—totally wild, man and woman, tsk, tsk.

Want to go check it out?

Bet they’re still at it.”

“You…” With eyes wide as oxen, Zhang Kun reached straight through the window frame, grabbing for Nero’s throat.

But he had no clue what kind of monster he was reaching for.

Nero didn’t even use her hands, just pressed his arm down with that tube she carried—pinned Zhang Kun’s arm right onto the window ledge…

Pressed it hard!

Zhang Kun broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, arm feeling like it was about to snap.

He stared, horrified—this bitch’s strength was unreal!

Nero said coolly, “I’m done talking circles: what I asked you to do was only meant to make the tofu shop woman crack under the rumors and ditch Kuck.

But you dumbasses bombed it.

Now I have to improvise.”

“Wh-what do you want me to do?”

Nero said, “As long as Kuck’s around, you ain’t ever getting San Er.

Believe me?”

Of course, even if Kuck wasn’t here, you still wouldn’t get San Er…

But she wasn’t about to point that out.

“You want me to…

knock him off?” A flash of viciousness in Zhang Kun’s eyes—just hesitation, not fear.

“No, you lot can’t handle him.” Nero shook her head.

“Just lure him out for me…

If you can piss him off, even better.

In the end, I’ll take care of him myself.”

Angry, even berserk—the Lord of Thousand Thorns Javelin…

Just picturing Kuck in that state made Nero let out a dark, mad chuckle.

This rage and madness—if Kuck was in his right mind, there’s no way you could pull it off.

They were both Club fighters, and Nero knew full well how impenetrable Kuck’s nearly flawless State of Mind was.

With that, Nero shoved Zhang Kun onto the floor with her tube, spun around and left: “If you still want your perks, and your little San Er, do what I say.

Otherwise…

no telling what’ll happen next.”

Zhang Kun scrambled up, terrified.

But the visitor was nowhere to be seen…

in like a ghost, out like a shadow.

…

“Ah…

I can’t wait.”

Bathed in moonlight, Nero perched at the edge of someone else’s rooftop and stretched lazily, then suddenly turned around.

She unzipped her leather jacket down to her stomach before stopping—and inside, it wasn’t normal underwear, just layers of white cloth strips wrapped tight.

Turns out she was binding her chest with bandages.

She dug around, clawing under the bandages for a while before fishing out a black card.

Nero stood up, zipped up, and tapped the Burning Black Card with her finger, grinning: “Boss, Boss, can you hear me?”

But Nero waited a while, and nothing happened—the card didn’t react at all.

She grumbled: “Hmm…

Maybe there’s a range limit?

Ah, going back is a pain…

Or not!”

And just then, Nero turned—standing behind her, who else but the new club owner himself, Luo Qiu?

“Ms.

Nero, good evening.” Luo Qiu said gently.

“Anything you needed?”