Reborn in Hong Kong in 1978, Su Yun starts out as a red pole in Kowloon Walled City.
Only punks talk about loyalty. What I want is discipline!
While other gangs are still fighting over a few streets, Su Yun’s “security company” is already outfitted with body armor, tactical hand signals, and infrared night-vision goggles, hunting down foreign agents.
The Governor of Hong Kong: “Mr. Su is the cornerstone of public security in Hong Kong. Who would dare lay a finger on him?”
British tycoon: “Sell Jardine Matheson to him. I want to make it back to London alive.”
Northern bigwig: “Comrade Su Yun is a distinguished patriot of ours living abroad. Whatever he asks for, give it to him!”
From unifying the underworld to building the world’s largest defense conglomerate.
Su Yun: I’m just a patriotic businessman. It’s perfectly reasonable to carry a few tactical nuclear bombs for self-defense, right?
Just a piece of shit
The author is a god
Be good, be obedient, and don't write again.
Be a licking dog like a puppet
A bit poisonous☠️
It feels like the Dragon King has returned
What a batch
The three views are correct and passionate enough.
Don't know what it means.
History. . .