Cleaning House

Meng Chao's words made Shen Yuanbao's eyes widen, and they froze for a long time.

Then, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. It was as if he had aged ten years.

"I remembered when Ah Biao was still very young, about three or four years old."

Shen Yuanbao muttered to himself, "At that time, although I was already a big boy and had the ability to use my fists to create a world, the world was really tough.

"People were all like maggots, crouching in the depths of the broken walls, trying to dig for scraps to eat.

"No matter how good I was at fighting, it was not every day that I could have a good meal.

"One time, I was hired by someone to fight with the Furious Bears Gang. I killed three brave men who were even tougher than a Demonic Halberd Pig, and I broke almost eight of my bones. I also sustained more than ten slashes on my face and body. There were hardly any unharmed parts left.