When Lin Xiao crawled out of the car accident scene dragging his broken leg, Lei Yaoyang's machete was pressed against his throat: "The Hong Kong city can only accommodate one dragon!" Three years later, the night market stalls were boiling - Su Yao slapped the 100 million yuan contract on the greasy table: "Marry me, and the Su family's resources are at your disposal." In the dark, Lin Waner clenched her meager salary as a resident singer, and tears fell into the seam of her guitar strings. Lin Xiao chuckled and crushed the cigarette butt, and the neon light exploded with blood in his eyes: "The position of the godfather of Hong Kong City needs to be replaced tonight." From a trampled ant to a hero who controls the night, his sword will only be unsheathed for the stronger.
