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Signing In For Eight Years, I Was Exposed As A Zillionaire!

Ye Xuan transmigrated back to when he was an infant cuddling in the embraces of his nine older sisters. He activated the God-tier Sign-in System. [You are hugged by your eldest sister, who is the COO of a financial conglomerate. You signed in and obtained RMB100000000.] [You are fed medicine by your second sister, who is crowned the God Hand. You signed in and acquired god-tier acupuncture skills.] [You trained along with your third sister, who is a Martial Arts Grandmaster. You signed in and your overall physique improved.] [You live-streamed with your fourth sister, who is the top news anchor in the country. You signed in and acquired extraordinary good looks.] …… Ye Xuan could sign in daily! After staying in the city and signing in for eight years, Ye Xuan had accumulated an astronomical amount of wealth and become a billionaire. On his eighth birthday, his nine sisters were forced by the grand elder of their clan to get married. Just when everyone had lost hope of turning things around, Ye Xuan hopped down from his eldest sister’s embrace and said, “You’re marrying my sisters off against their wills. Have you consulted me about this?”

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1174 Chs

Crippled

Editor: Atlas Studios

Du Lang pointed at the three of them and spoke fiercely.

The three young men also wiped the cold sweat off their foreheads, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, suddenly.

More than ten Rolls-Royces suddenly surged into the Iron Horse Plaza, attracting the attention of passers-by and shocking them.

Right on the heels of that, the Rolls-Royces drove to Du Lang's side and surrounded the three of them. Then, more than 20 bodyguards in formal suits and sunglasses alighted from the car.

Du Lang and the others were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. Their faces were covered in cold sweat.

They had never seen such a scene before. They exclaimed in their hearts.

"What the f*ck is going on?"

"What are these people doing?"

"A convoy of Rolls-Royces… Oh my god…"

"What are they doing? Did those young men call them over?"