The Jiangnan Undertaker

(No clichés, no invincibility, no System, no brainless characters)

After the 1990s, the jianghu in the eyes of people from Jiangnan was very different from that of other places.

People from Jiangnan weren’t tall, nor did they have powerful physiques.

They hardly ever swore, and they didn’t roam the streets, fighting without restraint.

Their jianghu was no longer about blades flashing in plain sight. They preferred ruthless schemes and power plays behind the scenes.

If someone hit you, would you hit back?

People from Jiangnan wouldn’t. They’d leave with a smile, swallowing their anger.

As if nothing had happened.

But half an hour later, a group of young men from elsewhere, all in their twenties, would put a sack over the attacker’s head and toss him into the river, or sever the tendons in his hands and feet and bury him deep in the mountains.

Did those young men have any connection to the person who’d just been beaten?

Aside from that bag of 300,000 in cash, they seemed to have nothing to do with him.

That’s how people from Jiangnan are.

They don’t like getting blood on their hands!

They don’t like risky physical contact!

Their ancestors used to say: People from Jiangnan pay the money; people from elsewhere give their lives!

From the moment they’re born, they understand that this is a world where you can buy a life with money!

And so, a group of people emerged in Jiangnan to help them do all this under the cover of “nightfall.”

In Jiangnan, these people are collectively known as:

“Undertakers”!

Not suitable for readers under eighteen!

Note: This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental!