In the late autumn of 1995, Su Shengkun was trampled under the feet of his creditors at the night market, and his mouth was filled with glass mixed with blood.
Ten years later, he stood on the highest rooftop in the city, with thousands of people at his feet shouting "Brother Kun" in unison.
Huge profits from real estate demolition, oil leakage from casino nightclubs, he stepped on countless bones to climb up.
Betrayal by his cronies, police sieges, and gang wars, Su Shengkun survived from desperate situations time and time again.
At the 2025 charity dinner, he swung his red wine glass and smiled: "I am a serious businessman."
The hard object on the waist of the bodyguard behind him hints at the truth behind these thirty years of bloody violence...
