Transported to the 1940s, I Become a Boss in the Shanhai Gang

At a pier in the late 1940s, a steam whistle tears through the thick fog.

I become a poor student who has just stepped off a ship, only to run into a young man clutching a police badge in an alley. Blood seeps between his fingers, staining half a brick red.

"Brother, save me." His Adam's apple bobs. The front of his police uniform is drenched in blood. "My father, Liu Xiongwu... the second-in-command of the Shanhai Gang, was..."

I crouch and press down on his wound.

"Come with me." A man in a black shirt steps out of the shadows. The glow of his cigarette reveals a knife scar along his brow. "I'm Cheng Hui, of the Shanhai Gang. I'll keep you both alive."

We follow Cheng Hui into Shanhai Hall, where the ever-burning lamp on the altar illuminates a room full of blades and guns.

The invitation from the Three Blades Society curls into ash in the brazier.

Cheng Hui had already retired from the underworld, but his old rival insists on driving a message of his retirement into the second-in-command's corpse, right through the heart.

Was it me, him, or the one hiding in the shadows, pushing the Shanhai Gang toward its doom...?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.