Hong Kong Crossover: Raising an Army from the Start, Who Can Rule the Underworld?

[The night blood ran down Portland Street, I gripped my knife and smiled. In this cutthroat underworld, it was finally my turn to make the rules.]

On my first day after transmigrating as a Wo Hop To rank-and-file member, I activated a troop-summoning System.

For every ten thousand points of underworld reputation, I can summon ten fiercely loyal underlings: ordinary gangsters to patrol the streets and clear out rivals, elite Red Poles to take down even the toughest fighters, and core members who can even get their hands on an arms ship.

But the side effect of being left completely drained after every deployment forces me to sweep through all twelve divisions in Kowloon within 24 hours.

When the Numbered Gang's boss pressed a gun to my temple, Fan Xiaolin was tapping a bloodstained abacus against the ledger. “Brother Hao, it's time to collect protection money in Yau Ma Tei.”

Who would've believed it?

Just three months ago, I was a lowlife parking cars for people. Now seven hundred men in Tsim Sha Tsui are shouting for me to take the top seat.

But the System's warning exploded in my ears: Your reputation has fallen below the critical threshold. You will become a leader with no men under you forever...