Hong Kong Island Storm: I Have God-Level Mind-Reading Skills

In 1987, in the rain at Kowloon Walled City, I heard the heartbeat of the world. "Thirty percent more for the wharf fee? Lin Zai, do you think I'm a charity?" The moment the wine bottle hit his head, blood exploded in front of Lin Hai's eyes. But the next second, what mixed with the rain and poured into his ears was not the other party's yelling - it was the thought hidden under the curse words: "If this kid dares to resist, let him sink in Victoria Harbor." He looked up sharply. The neon lights of Temple Street dimmed into blurry blocks of color in the rain, but the filth hidden under the suits and leather shoes, the fear hidden in the gold chain tattoo, and the calculation hidden behind the red lipstick suddenly "rustled" in his mind like a tape with its seal torn open. But until one day, in the red wine glass on the top floor of Central, he read out the silence plan of the transnational drug lord; under the old tea bowl at the root of the Kowloon Walled Wall, he uncovered the secret files that the century-old plutocrats control the lifeblood of Hong Kong—— From 1987 to 1990, in the undercurrent of the golden age, a life and death situation torn apart by mind reading is taking place... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.