In a bad land, human life is like grass.
When A Qi crawled out of the dog trough, his whole family had been killed by the gangster.
The old beggar taught him three iron rules: always find a way out, use everything available, and smile before striking a fatal blow.
He gnawed on the blood-stained bread and used the first one to denounce his benefactor.
Ten years later, on the coronation night of the underground king of Blackstone City, the new king looked down at the enemies kneeling in the square.
"Back then, you taught me that survival depends on kneeling." He smiled and pulled out the dagger, "Now, it's your turn to kneel down and beg me."
The sword flashed, and the head of the bandit leader rolled to the ground.
No one saw that the new king was holding half a piece of moldy cake tightly in his sleeve.
