Traveling to the 1940S, I Was a Big Boss in the Shanhai Gang

At the dock in the late 1940s, the whistle ripped through the thick fog—— I dressed like a poor student who had just gotten off the boat, but I bumped into a young man holding a police badge at the entrance of the alley. Blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining half of the brick red. "Brother, save me." His Adam's apple rolled, and the front of his police uniform was covered in blood: "My father, Liu Xiongwu... The second leader of the Shanhai Gang, was -" I knelt down and held his wound. "Follow me." A man in black clothes appeared from the shadows, his cigarette flashing and flashing, revealing a scar on his brow: "Cheng Hui, from the Shanhai Gang. I guarantee your lives." We followed Cheng Hui into Shanhaitang, and the ever-bright lamp on the incense table illuminated the hall full of swords and guns. The invitation from the Three Swordsmen Club was curled up into ashes in the brazier. Originally, Cheng Hui had washed his hands in a golden basin, but his old enemy wanted to nail his retirement notice to the heart of the second master's corpse. Is it me, him, or the one hiding in the shadows, pushing the Shanhai Gang to a dead end... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.