MTL - Miss Wen, Make Your Heart Beat - Chapter 9 Do you not understand people's language when you go out?

When I died in a highway robbery and was reborn as Draco Von Ashblade, a bastard son in a world where awakened talents determined fate, I thought my noble birth would finally give me an easy life. Instead, I spent sixteen years as a mana-less outcast in my own family's estate.But on what should have been another day of humiliation, I awakened an SSS-rank Dragon Lord talent, only to discover the truth: my mana core had been deliberately damaged when I was young.Someone had tried to destroy my potential before it could manifest.Now, with my Dragon Lord abilities and my beasts which all have SSS-rank hidden potential, I'll uncover who sabotaged me and evolve my contracted beasts to their hidden potential.This time, I won't just survive as the bastard son; I'll make the dragons rise again after they disappeared from this world and forge my own legacy.Additional Tags:#Gates.#Dungeons#KingdomBuilding

“Wanna play a game?” Quinn asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.“Sure,” I said, “but what happens if someone bails on a truth or dare?”She just smiled. “We get a new one, and you have to do it. No matter what.”“Deal,” I said.“Truth or dare?” she asked.“Truth.”“What's your biggest secret?” Her eyes were full of playful curiosity.“I can't tell you,” I said, “so I guess I have to do a dare.”“Good,” she said, her grin widening. “I dare you to take off your shirt.”That's how it all started. I'm still not sure why, but Quinn seemed determined to have me. She got her wish, and she even got pregnant. But what came after that... well, nobody saw that coming.#R18, #ECCHI, #ROMANCE[WARNING]****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED

You, yes you! It's you! Why are you running? Run, keep running! Why don't you run anymore!Do you have an Otherworldly Affairs Office pass?And selling this world’s goods, did you pay the taxes?I don't care if you're the head of an Immortal Sect, put your hands on your head and squat by the wall! Prepare for inspection!

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.