The busy street was filled with people searching for their inner selves and happiness. Whether it was good or bad, they still found something unique.

“Rumble!” A middle-aged man in full armor looked rather dominant. However, his action didn’t match his impressive appearance.

He carried a wolf’s fang cudgel on his shoulder and had a stalk of grass in his mouth, portraying a warrior who fears no one.

He walked to a stall and smashed the ground with both hands while shouting ferociously: “Time to pay the protection fee!”

The vendor ignored him causing him to open his eyes even wider: “Did you hear that? Time to pay up!”

“What fee?”...