Dragon Blood War God

As dusk approached, the blazing sunset was about to fade, and the last train at River City Station had just arrived.

Outside the station, a man in his thirties or forties leaned against the wall, smoking a rough cigarette, his mouth revealing a row of yellow teeth. His eyes darted among the passengers, searching intently, as if looking for someone.

At that moment, a sturdy young man in a black jacket and simple athletic pants, just over twenty, stepped off the train.

The yellow-toothed man, seeing this, calmly flicked his cigarette to the ground and strode swiftly toward the newcomer.

With a loud thud, the two collided head-on. The yellow-toothed man felt his shoulder stung, as if he had crashed into a steel plate. He cursed under his breath, “Can’t you watch where you’re going? Next time, keep your eyes open.”

He turned away immediately, his face full of sly satisfaction as he hurried off.

Once he was gone, a towering man clad in military uniform approached respectfully.

“General, shall I deal with him for you?”

This mountainous figure was none other than Qin Mu’s subordinate, Wu Mu.

“No need. Just a petty thief,” Qin Mu replied, sniffing slightly. He plunged his hands into his pockets and, as if performing a trick, produced four wallets, which, after a quick count, revealed several thousand yuan inside.

“It’s been almost ten years since I last came back. I didn’t expect pickpockets to be so rampant.”

With that, he walked over to a beggar woman by the roadside, who was cradling a frail little g