Taking the fall was a path Zhang Mo chose for himself, and he accepted it.
But Lei Bao had pushed him to the brink of death. He would settle that score.
As he stepped through the prison’s iron gates, the old Zhang Mo was already “dead.”
The rules here were simple: either you trampled others, or they trampled you.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and clenched his fists.
If this world had no place for a fool who followed the rules,
then he would start here, set his own rules, and become a true kingpin.
