[Period]+ [No System]+ [Not a Saint]+ [Big Shot]+ [Underworld]+ [Soul Transmigration]+ [Technological Powerhouse]
Hong Kong, 1950: the docks reek of blood, and gangs are everywhere.
He is merely a down-and-out youth who has transmigrated into the body of a gangster, until he awakens on the night he is chased by debt collectors and thrown into the sea!
“Rather than cutting people down, why not cut through the blockade!”
From penicillin and canned goods from the black market to hardware parts, military supplies, and ammunition!
He walks a knife's edge through the gangs, pries open the warehouses of corrupt cops, and sends batch after batch of “contraband” supplies inland.
Whatever the front lines lack, he supplies; whatever the country needs, he ships.
Amid a hail of bullets, penicillin bears his label, and artillery shells carry his steel seal.
After ten years in the world of commerce, he washes off his tattoos and makes headlines as a legend!
A reporter interviews him!
But he says only one thing:
“I lived through the darkest nights, just to bring the light to the front lines.”
It's absolutely gorgeous. It's just a shame it's too short.
This kind of novel perspective is quite novel, with climaxes in every chapter. It's good that the short length makes it feel less forced and contrived.