I Call the Shots Now

In a big house in a small county city about 1,000 kilometers away from the Russian capital, a 2.5-meter-tall being with a long horn on his head sat on a sofa in a remodeled living room.

His face was devilishly handsome, and his eyes were closed, appearing to be lost in thought.

A few meters in front of him were a few figures standing in a bow. They were in the human form, or more precisely, in their Dao form.

However, most of their Dao forms had some weird parts.

Some were their hands, some were their heads; it was strange.

Currently, they appeared like servants—and even slaves—as they stood with all the reverence in the world, afraid of even making breathing noises.

After a long while, the young burly man finally opened his eyes slowly. Shocking demonic energy was released as he took a look at the figures standing.

It instantly made them tremble, and their fear could not be hidden.

"That is all the information of this world?"