【Blood from Kowloon Walled City soaked through my reborn body. The moment the System's pop-up flashed red across my vision, I knew this life was for settling blood debts.】
Kill Yip Hoi, and three hundred Shadow Guards drop. Take down Hung Hing's Prince, and you get the Vajra Palm.
Every bullet burns 1% of my life, but as the Big Boss's favorite mistress kneels at my gunpoint, I know exactly which bullet to feed her red lips.
“Ah Fu, kill twenty more and your heart will be rotten through,” Wong Gau said, licking blood from his blade as tears of laughter filled his eyes.
The lunatic had no idea, of course. When every gang in Hong Kong has replaced its sign with the Black Tiger emblem, the bullet I planted in his spine will bloom too.
