This young and strong man was Suotu.
One of the Five Great Elders of Atlantis, and the third son of the current chieftain of Atlantis, he was the overlord of the European residence of Atlantis.
As the overlord of the European land, Suotu's life over the past year had been exceptionally comfortable, with no one daring to disobey his commands.
Power, beauties, money... he had it all.
Such a life was a world away from their life in the Lost World; in the Lost World, his Atlantis people were merely the weakest tribe, with a territory of just a hundred miles, which was very barren and resource-poor.
Even so, they suffered exploitation from stronger tribes every year, and even the women in the tribe could not be spared, being taken and violated... subjected to humiliation and oppression.
"This is what real life should be!"
Suotu lay on a chair, took a sip of wine, ate a piece of fruit, occasionally stretching out his hand to ravage the beauties beside him, living a carefree life.
