Son of a Bitch

Shadow Island.

In a bustling, modern-style wet market, people came and went in an endless stream.

If one were to ask whose business was the best in this market, it was naturally Pork Rong, who occupied the prime triangular stall.

Wielding his agile butcher knife, he weighed out two pounds of pork ribs for his customer, Li Sanniang.

As he handed them over, he didn't forget to stroke his sexy stubble with his other hand, taking the opportunity to cop a feel from Li Sanniang while shooting her a flirtatious wink.

You wicked man.

Li Sanniang scolded, though her voice was full of coquettish charm. She curled her lips, showing off the sexy red mole near her mouth, and said, Remember to come to my house tonight.

With that said, Li Sanniang swayed her thick, barrel-like waist and slowly walked away carrying her two pounds of ribs.

Pork Rong stared blankly at that perfect barrel waist, his mind wandering with lustful thoughts.

Right at this moment, he couldn't help but sneeze more than ten times in a row.

It seemed like ordinary sneezing, but it made Pork Rong's pupils shrink.

His gaze became profound at this moment, as if piercing through the clouds to look at the distant starry sky.

However, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

His resolute face and brow were now filled with seriousness. He raised his fingers, suddenly exuding an aura of unfathomable heavenly divination.

Then, he muttered solemnly.

Just who exactly is looking for me?

And yet I can't detect the slightest trace?

Is such a powerful figure a friend or a foe?

As he spoke, his expression grew even more solemn. He couldn't help but bite his fingertip to calculate once more.

But this calculation was still fruitless.

After a long time with no results, he simply picked up his butcher knife and resumed chopping the pork belly.

Who cares if they're friend or foe, and who cares which idiot is looking for me. It's not like they can actually cause trouble here on Shadow Island.

Minced pork belly flew across the cutting board.

Pork Rong had completely withdrawn his thoughts, acting as if the matter had never happened at all.

...

Somewhere on Cloud Planet.

Yi Feng arrived at a small tavern on the second floor. He leaned near the window drinking cheap wine. Looking at the scene full of mortal livelihood on the long street, a spontaneous sense of belonging washed over him.

He didn't know if it was truly because of this mortal atmosphere.

Or if it was because he had returned to Cloud Planet.

I really have no idea where to find this damn Realm Lord.

I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate.

Besides, that thing blocking the planet seems to have been completely chopped down by me. Even if I can't find this Realm Lord, it shouldn't be considered screwing people over, right?

After downing a pot of unfiltered wine, Yi Feng couldn't help but mutter.

To be honest, he had been feeling quite emotional lately.

When it came to his own strength, he still felt as if he were in a dream.

He even had a hard time believing it.

Where exactly did his strength come from?

Did he always have it, or was it secretly given to him later by that dog system?

If he had always possessed this strength, didn't that make his past self a complete idiot?

Moreover, what puzzled him the most was that his battles still lacked any special visual effects; he had only grasped a few minor tricks.

At this moment.

The miniature snail lying on the wine table caught his attention.

Only when rushing back to Cloud Planet just now did he truly witness this little guy's speed.

So this fellow had been pretending all along?

Right then, the snail cast its harmless gaze over at him.

Bulu bulu.

The sound instantly caused Yi Feng's anger to rise.

You little bastard, you're still pretending!

Fueled by anger, Yi Feng's palm descended like a swooping eagle, slamming directly down on the snail.

This slap.

Flattened the snail completely.

But the very next moment, it bounced right back up, its body restoring to its original shape. As if not wanting to pay Yi Feng any mind, it rolled its eyes at him, turned its head away, and laid down to sleep.