After transmigrating to 1980s Hong Kong, Zhang Ting Wen stared at the hooligan-looking underlings beside him, completely baffled.
So I really transmigrated. Oh, well... There’s no going back anyway. In this life, Grandpa, I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want money, and I want women too, Zhang Ting Wen resolved.
Where should I start? Zhang Ting Wen looked at the few guys beside him with their hair dyed every color of the rainbow. I’ll start by making a career out of being a gangster.
A few years later, at Tuen Mun Pier, a man roared, “Zhang Ting Wen! You bastard, you’re seducing your second brother’s wife?!”
Zhang Ting Wen, a cigar between his teeth, turned around and gave the man tied up in front of him a teasing look. “Boss... You can’t blame me. I couldn’t help it! Your sister-in-law is just too irresistible.”
Have you never written a composition? Don't you know how to add punctuation marks to a conversation?
Three stars. I haven't read it until Chapter 16.