H In the corner of the Guolin County vegetable market, Lin Feng clutched the 240 yuan that was soaked in sweat, and the burn scar on the back of his hand was still bleeding - the loan shark's knife was already placed on his neck, and the life of the low-level gangster was as cheap as dust.
No one could have imagined that this young man who made a living carrying potatoes would break into Chinatown in State Y and use a switchblade to protect the first shipment of arms; he would kill his betrayed allies in the night market of State M, and overthrow the Sicilian gang by relying on dark web intelligence; he would even set up a defense line in the gold mines of State F, and weave a network across three continents with "resources for military power".
There is no natural halo, only the ruthlessness to fight to the end: Awu's fists beat the Bacheng gang, Zhao Qing's accounting calculations beat the IRS, Lin Xiaoya's code locked the enemy country's dark network, and he, Lin Feng, dared to gamble with his life on the dock, dared to use his brains to fight against politicians, and dared to tear the "impossible" into a way of survival in a desperate situation.
From collecting protection fees at the end of the alley, to controlling 30% of the world's gray arms trade; from a small gangster hiding from the police, to a behind-the-scenes boss who can open the port of country H for him, and the congressmen of country M to do his bidding - this is not a fairy tale, but an empire built by the gangster with every life and death gamble and every bloody battle.
The scar on the back of his hand has not disappeared, and the light in his eyes is even stronger: "I crawled out of the mud, and I never thought about going back." From now on, he will set the rules of the global underworld.
