Good news: I’ve transmigrated.
Bad news: There’s no System, and something seems off about this Hong Kong.
Wo Hop To, Hung Hing, Tung Sing, and Wo Hing Shing all make sense, but what the hell is this Golden Gate Group?
Chan Ka-kui, Chan Kwok-wing, Yuen Ho-wan, Chan Siu-sang, Tin Yeung-sang... Hmm, something strange seems to have slipped in.
Click. “Wong Po, you said you’d be calling the shots after midnight.”
Wong Po: “Brother Wai, you’re joking. Everyone knows you call the shots in Hong Kong, twenty-four hours a day. Heh heh.”
Yu Huai: “I liked you better when you were defiant.”
Her status is too high, it doesn't look good.
The order is so messed up!
What motivated you to keep writing over 100 chapters?