1083 Liberator

Zhang Zian was a little lost. If the missions to command the North, South, East, and West were all given out, only the Central area was left. Could it be asking him to command the Central? It sounded cool, but there was definitely something wrong. He wasn't a freakin' cat!

He'd been through a rollercoaster of emotions, from getting scared sh*tless when he thought he was going to follow in the Holy Cat statue's footsteps, stamped into the ground, his life snatched from his bare hands… After being spared from imminent death, he was glad to return to the pet shop safely. What else could he possibly want?

Vladimir cocked his head, rushing him. "Landlord, rich farmer, counter-revolutionary, bad-influencer, Rightist. Choose one."

Zhang Zian nearly vomited blood. "None of the above! None of those has anything to do with me, okay? I've been poor all my life, and I was born into a good family! If you want me to choose from these options, I'd rather go die!"