Reborn as a Bandit: What Have I Got to Fear?

When Zhang Leshui woke up, he found himself sprawled across a tiger-skin chair in a bandit stronghold, the harsh burn of cheap liquor rising in his throat. The man in the mirror had a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his left cheek. His right knuckles were smeared with fresh blood, and the Mauser pistol at his waist was engraved with three menacing characters: “River Dragon.” In his previous life, he had been a top student who relied on Chinese medicine to stay alive. In this life, he had become a bandit chief who struck fear into the hearts of every stronghold across the region. “This road was opened by me”? Looking at the underlings outside the hall, machetes slung over their shoulders, he fell into thought. This wasn’t a bandits’ den at all. It was an “entrepreneurial team” just waiting for him to give the orders!