To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 179 - Actually, I Am A Little Angry.

The young man Ye Tian obtains the ability to copy the talents of others and now fights against the heavens to change his fate.He struggles to survive and protect his sister from the apocalypse of the alien beast invasion.In order to become stronger, he begins to explore the unknown world and gradually reveals the secret behind the invasion of the alien dimensions....Ye Tian: My friend, your ferocious beast, the armored rhinoceros, is pretty good. Can you let me touch it? The proud daughter of a certain heaven nodded in confusion. Ye Tian touched an armored rhinoceros and secretly copied the armored rhino's top defensive talent.Ye Tian: Friend, let’s be friends. Ye Tian stretched out his right hand, shook hands with the somewhat confused genius, and secretly copied the other person's advanced cultivation talent, revealing...

As a promise, he went out into the world as an assassin. 3 years later, after becoming the Supreme Assassin, he gave up on everything he had and returned to the ranks of ordinary people. But one day, Kismet, a mystical game created by the National Research and Development had appeared.

Enigmatic hands, spectral frame, and one cunning strike just like the swing of the Grim Reaper. The Supreme Assassin takes on the mystical world, and how his legendary tales sets off, progressively ascending the altar to becoming the best.

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He is very cold and passionate, Mu Yanwang, who means what he says. He has always regarded women as dirt but she, he has only spoiled her.

At first, he said with overbearing arrogance – “Even you are mine.” Afterwards, he gradually fell for the enemy – “Mine is yours.” Finally, he surrendered obediently, – “Ning Xiaofei, I’m also yours.”

Ning Xiaofei, his little wife. He just wants to put her in the palms of his hand, to love.

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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.