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Red Envelope Group of the Three Realms

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings - whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society - do, when a mysterious application pops up in a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out 'Red Packets'; while spouting nonsense the entire time? Release Schedule: 14 chs / week *There is something wrong with the system. We are currently working on it right now. Thank you for your patience and support.*

Young Leader · Urban
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4890 Chs

Mr. Chen! Save Us!

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Why can't we go down? If we don't drink now, we'll die. We have to go down no matter what…" The group complained.

They were not exaggerating. These people were completely drained and barely hanging on to dear life.

"Enough with the nonsense and follow me!" It was a miracle that even though Ding Ding'ao had lost his right arm, he was still able to make it here.

On the brink of death, his willpower to survive and hatred towards Chen Xiaobei propelled him to rush down the stairs like a starved dog, ignoring Chen Xiaobei's advice. 

When Zhou Xiaokun saw this, he followed. Beneath this bastard's gratitude towards Chen Xiaobei, lay a deep burning desire to snuff out Chen Xiaobei. It was only expected that he refused to listen to Chen Xiaobei's warning.

The remaining 22 Kunlun Faction and Xingxiu Faction disciples made no move to follow.

"What are you doing? Come with me! Don't you want to drink?" Ding Ding'ao asked.