Lin Xiao's name was once a curse that struck terror into the underworld. Ten years ago, he personally sank the bloodstained token of the Azure Dragon Society into the depths of the sea, then washed his hands of his past and went straight, founding the Xiao Xiong Group. He thought his days in the gang world had become a distant dream. Ten years of peace built him a business empire, and a wall that kept him far from the flash of blades and bullets.
But the bloodshed had never truly faded. His most trusted old subordinate, the brother who had once taken a bullet for him and watched him retire from the underworld, was tortured and murdered in a filthy back alley. Beside the body, someone had painted a grotesquely twisted Azure Dragon emblem in blood. At almost the same time, the core business he'd painstakingly built came under a precisely targeted attack. Several executives were turned against him, his cash flow suddenly tightened, and he was on the verge of being maliciously swallowed up by the predatory Tian Xiong Group. This was no coincidence. It was a declaration of war from the shadows.
Ten years of calm waters, shattered in a single storm. Lin Xiao knew the underworld had never forgotten him. Old grudges he'd left behind and wolves coveting his wealth were now joining forces to drag him back into the abyss. Calmly, he wiped the dust from the gun he'd left untouched for years. The wildness and sharpness that had lain dormant in his eyes for a decade flared to life once more. If there was no way to avoid this, then he would show the underworld what a true “Xiao” was.
Returning to the heart of the storm, Lin Xiao was like a boulder dropped into still water, instantly stirring the unfathomably deep currents beneath Binhai City's official, business, and criminal worlds.
