The Hero of Long Province, My World, Is Unreasonable

(A parallel universe gangster epic, no system/no harem/not a cool novel, readers under 18 years old should be careful not to enter) It only took Zhou Tianlong and his brothers ten years to go from using their bare hands in the mud to trampling the entire Golden Capital under their feet. Their names are the only law in this steel jungle. Wealth, power, awe... They have everything, but they seem to have nothing. Jianghu is not only about killing, but also about favors. Along the bloody journey, they also met those "friends" who licked blood but valued love and justice, and danced together on the edge of the cliff, trusting each other's lives. Those daring moments are more dazzling than gold and more fragile than the blade of a knife. However, behind the legend is the endless blood stain and the nightmare that cannot be shaken off. Every inch of the ladder climbed is made of bones and betrayal; every sword swung for brothers, territory, and illusory "morality" eventually turns into a shackle that binds oneself. When the hustle and bustle dissipated, Zhou Tianlong, who was standing at the top of power, suddenly saw clearly that they had never truly owned this "sky". The so-called rivers and lakes are just a huge whirlpool, swallowing up everyone who steps into it, regardless of whether they are friends or foes. Those passions and loyalty are as thin as cicada wings in front of the cold cause and effect and iron law. They have become legends, but they have also become specimens. The blood stained on the hands is destined not to be completely covered by glory. When the moment of reckoning comes, whether he was the "dragon" who once moved the wind and rain, or his old friends who share life and death, they will all meet their respective ends under the restoration of the law. This is not a story about victory, but a sad song about the cost.