Lin Xiao's name was once a frightening talisman in the underground world. Ten years ago, he personally sank the blood-stained "Qinglonghui" token into the deep sea and came ashore as the founder of the "Hero Group", thinking that the world was a dream of yesterday. Ten years of stability, building a business empire, and building a siege that kept him away from the shadows of swords and swords.
However, the blood color did not really fade away. His most trusted old subordinate, the brother who took a bullet for him and watched him wash his hands in a golden basin, was tortured to death in a dirty back alley. Next to the body, a ferocious and twisted green dragon totem was painted with blood. Almost at the same time, the core business of the Xiongxiong Group, which he had devoted so much effort to build, suffered a precise attack. Several senior executives were instigated to rebel, and the capital chain suddenly tightened. It was on the verge of being maliciously annexed by the eager rival Tianxiong Group. This is no coincidence, but a challenge from the depths of the shadows.
Ten years of calm water, one day of stormy waves. Lin Xiao knew that the world had never forgotten him. The grievances he had left behind and the wolves who coveted his wealth were working together to drag him back into the abyss. He calmly wiped the gun that had been dusted for many years, and the wildness and sharpness in his eyes that had been dormant for ten years were rekindled. Since there is no way to avoid it, let this world know what a real "Owl" is.
Lin Xiao, who returned to the center of the storm, was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirring up the bottomless undercurrents in the Binhai city officials, businessmen, and black circles.
