Reborn in 1970s Hong Kong: My Clones Can Multiply Without Limit

How does an ordinary gangster survive in a dog-eat-dog Hong Kong after gaining infinite clones? The salty sea breeze, carrying the dockside stench of rust, fish, and decaying old ropes, cuts like a knife across the cold hulls of small boats and towering cargo ships. Thick industrial smog breaks the evening light into fragments, casting dull, sticky patches of yellow across oil-slicked waters littered with debris. It also illuminates the rows of warehouses, mountains of crates, and the people scurrying between them like worker ants. This is a graveyard of money, a breeding ground for ambition, and an arena where the downtrodden fight with blood, sweat, and fists for every breath of air.