In the 1980s, the neon lights of Hong Kong were not yet cold, and the heroes who returned from behind bars lit the first fire.
Chen Fan clenched his knuckles that were sharpened in prison, and the system prompts sounded in his ears - [Ding Xiu is in place].
The red line drawn by Ah Lok in Yau Ma Tei will be crushed tonight with the plaque of Zhongyi Hall.
The tip of Pork Hua's knife was dripping with the blood of its old owner, and Uncle Deng's dragon-headed staff knocked on the hidden stake in Kowloon.
When the Xiuchundao opened the steel gate of the bar, the neon lights in Causeway Bay reflected two figures: one was a time traveler crawling back from hell, and the other was a living Yama chewing a radish.
That night, He Liansheng's 30-year ledger was turned in the light of fire. What are the rules of the world?
From now on, my name, Chen Fan, is the rule!
