[The night blood splattered on Portland Street, I clutched the knife and smiled - it was finally my turn to set the rules in this cannibal world.
On the first day when I traveled through Chenghe and Liansheng Sijiuzai, I activated the explosive system.
For every 10,000 increase in reputation in the world, ten die-hard brothers can be summoned: ordinary boys to sweep the streets, elite red sticks to cut down double-headed red sticks, and core members can even buy arms ships.
However, the side effects of physical exhaustion after each troop deployment forced me to sweep through the Twelve Halls in Kowloon within 24 hours.
When the leader of the number gang put a gun to my temple, Fan Xiaolin was tapping the account book with a blood-stained abacus: "Brother Hao, it's time to collect the protection fee from Yau Ma Tei."
Who dares to believe it?
Three months ago, I was a bad boy who parked my car. Now, 700 people in Tsim Sha Tsui are calling me to sit down.
But the system warning sounds in your ears: the reputation value drops below the critical point, and you will forever become the polished commander...
Reader comments
Make the protagonist a dog
I originally thought it would start with a dog, but I didn't expect the protagonist to be a dog. He's also a fucking bottomless licker.
Make the protagonist a dog
I originally thought it would start with a dog, but I didn't expect the protagonist to be a dog. He's also a fucking bottomless licker.