When I was 15 years old, in order to protect my mother, I picked up a brick and smashed the faces of He Yisheng and Yisheng, and also shattered my dream of being a good citizen. The cheap lighter with a slut printed on it that Brother Da Mang threw me was my ticket into this muddy water. From that day on, I understood: in Kowloon, you either get trampled to death or you have to climb up by stepping on others!
I went on the run in Macau, hijacked ships to seize gold, and took advantage of the financial crisis to seize territory... With a life-threatening ruthlessness and a scheming plan, I just climbed from the bad guy on Temple Street to the position of "hero". An office like Jinluan Palace? That's what I earned with brotherhood and the blood of countless opponents. I believe in an iron rule: interests come first!
