(To reiterate, this is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. A semi-fanfiction by Aixiao Yan.)
Beian Province lies at the southernmost edge of the country, bordering foreign territory. It is a haven for smugglers and criminals, with gang bosses from all walks of life entrenched there. Few can manage to establish a foothold in the region.
In this place of simple, honest folk, gangs erupt into street battles from time to time. Fights and brawls are everyday occurrences, and the locals seem to take them in stride.
Yet amid all this chaos, one figure rises to prominence. With an iron fist, he crushes the various factions and becomes the voice of authority in the Beian region.
But at first, he was just the lowest of the low in the gang hierarchy, not worth a damn. In just three years, however, he became the Black Emperor, his name resounding across the country and beyond…
