Nameless King - Chapter 1092 Cloning

In 1919, Donnie's soul traversed into the United States.To start off, Donnie, just a soldier who had recently stepped down from the battlefields of World War I, was framed by his superior. Before the Prohibition era began, he took over a bar in Atlantic City. With the perspective of a transmigrator and ruthless tactics, he gradually became the largest bootlegger in America.In the roaring twenties, Donnie delved into bootlegging, ran beauty pageants, built his career, and stormed Wall Street.Decades later, when people studied modern American history, they found that the name 'Donnie Block' was one they simply could not ignore!!!Additional Tags: ACTION, TRANSMIGRATION, GENIUS, KINGDOMBUILDING, URBAN, SHOWBIZ, POORTORICH

“You sloppy orc~ You can’t take down a girl?”He became the Mesugaki character in the Academy game.But the taunt works too well.

When he woke up, he actually transmigrated into Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty!

Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the sign-in system!

Ding, the host signed in for the first time, integrating the background of the first in the world, and the first force in the world, the East Factory.

Ding, the famous officials and generals of Ming Dynasty have been updated, Cao Zhengchun, the governor of the East Factory, and the Eagle Dog of the East Factory have been added, and the loyalty level is full.

Ding, integrate the background of the Dragon Gate Inn, add Yuhuatian, the governor of the West Factory, and add the guards of the West Factory, and the loyalty is full.

Hearing the cold voice in his mind, Zhu Houzhao was overjoyed. For him now, the most important thing is to manage the country well and guard the gate of the country!

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.