The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

”There is a way,” Wolf responded to Jiang Shu’s question, seemingly sensing Jiang Shu’s inner aversion to the darker aspects, and with a sense of camaraderie, he half-jokingly said, ”If someone could consolidate all of Lonely City’s underground powers, like an underground God or something. I’m talking about a true emperor, not some capitalist creation for profit-making. Anyone who dares to abuse drugs would get their due, even if Tang himself abused drugs, he’d dare to storm the police station and slap Tang twice, then drag him off to the rehab center.”

As he spoke, he found himself amused, so he laughed and continued jesting, ”Under such stringent rule, it wouldn’t take two years to completely ban drugs, no one would dare buy them from the pharmacies, and those hidden pharmaceutical companies would stop making them. Who would do something unprofitable? Make a bunch just to consume themselves? If so, just barge into their homes, slap them twice, and send them off to rehab.”

However, suddenly, Wolf realized Jiang Shu wasn’t laughing. Jiang Shu’s expression was quite serious, a look Wolf had only seen when he was pondering a case or Magic, so Wolf blinked in surprise and asked, ”What are you thinking? You don’t actually want to become some underground emperor, do you?”

”Of course,” Jiang Shu regained his light-hearted demeanor, ”Just wait, and one day I’ll storm into the police station to beat Tang up and then have you pull off my boots and grind the ink for me.”

”What? Pull off your boots and grind the ink?” Wolf didn’t understand the reference and was stunned again.