Huo Han transmigrated into the world of Hong Kong crime dramas and became an obscure 49er in Zhongxinyi. He was ready to make a name for himself when Inspector Huang Zhicheng came knocking, questioning how he could still be a 49er after two years. Huo Han just smiled calmly, unfazed. Who could have guessed that this seemingly ordinary 49er would embark on a legendary path that would shake Hong Kong Island?
By the reservoir, he planted his foot on Ah Le and declared, “Ah Le, if you’re going fishing, why didn’t you bring a helmet?” His dominance was unmistakable. At the triad election, he pointed a gun at Jiang Tiansheng and said bluntly, “Mr. Jiang, I think Hung Hing would be better off in my hands.” His ambition was boundless. In the hospital, he weighed a pillow in his hands as he faced Camel and hinted, “Camel, you’re getting on in years. It’s time to **.” His methods were ruthless.
From nobody to a man with wealth and power beyond measure, Huo Han used his cunning and ruthlessness to manipulate Hung Hing, East Star, Zhongyixin, and all the other factions at will. In the end, Hong Kong Island’s tycoons rose as one and shouted, “We pay our respects to Master Huo!!!”
It should be renamed The wives of all the club bosses in Hong Kong are mine