The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The sun was high in the sky, and it was a bit dazzling. Li Dao pushed the brim of his hat up and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the long sword in his hand. "Friend, I have truly wronged you. Today, I will bring you to have a feast."

Can swords eat? The answer is yes. A sword based killing weapon was born for slaughter.

The sword drinks blood. Only blood can satisfy the sword. A sword that had not drunk enough blood could not even be called a sword.

Walking on the street, Li Dao did not even glance at them. His face was solemn, as if he was about to do something sacred.

Many people were observing the youth wielding the sword from afar and were discussing in low voices. Although Li Dao's current attire was very normal, his aura still attracted everyone's attention.

The north of the city was a place where refugees lived. The residents were poor people. However, this was also the place where the gangs were based.

If the gangsters didn't bully the poor, would they bully the rich and powerful officials? It was obviously impossible. All the forces of the world are based on the poor.

The poor here work hard enough to pay taxes, then endure exploitation by capitalists, while being bullied by gangsters.

On the other hand, it was a little unusual for Li Dao to be walking on the streets of the northern district. With his snow-white shirt, black fashionable coat and hat, and the luxurious longsword in his hand, he obviously didn't belong to the poor, and even gave off a sharp feeling.

Many people did not dare to approach Li Dao. He was dressed like a big boss of a gang.

Of course, Li Dao was also prepared to form a gang. However, what he needed to do was not to be a gang leader, but rather the emperor of the dark forces on the beach. Today would be his first day in the gang.

Li Dao did not notice that not far behind him, there was a middle-aged man that was looking at his back with an indescribable envy in his eyes.

At the noisy pier, the workers, dressed in brown patched gowns, were working hard to move the cargo.

The supervisors at the side held whips in one hand and cigarettes in the other. They chatted and laughed as they discussed the current situation between the gangs. From time to time, they would shout a few words at the porters.

The other supervisors were alarmed by his scolding and raised their heads, ready to teach a lesson to this group of inattentive workers. When they looked up, they knew why the workers had stopped carrying the goods.

He saw a tall and straight young man carrying a long sword walk into the dock. The way he dressed up as a gang leader was really eye-catching. The crux of the issue was that this young man had a cold and hostile expression. It was clear from the first glance that he was here to cause trouble. Since they had come to cause trouble at the dock, the workers would naturally not want to miss such a good show. One by one, they put down the bags on their shoulders and stood to the side.

"Where did this little red guy come from?" A supervisor shouted angrily.

Li Dao acted as if he did not hear the overseer's question and walked forward by himself.

"Hey, boy, don't cause trouble. You know this is Sea Dragon Gang's territory. "Don't blame me for not reminding you when you lose an arm or a leg." An older supervisor advised.

Li Dao stopped in the middle of the dock. He reached out his hand to push the brim of his hat, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Of course I know. The one I'm looking for is you Sea Dragons!"