He was once the sharpest blade in the darkness, codenamed Morning Star. He went undercover, outmaneuvered his enemies, and struck with lethal precision amid the flames of the War of Resistance, ultimately giving his life on the eve of victory.
When he opened his eyes again, his soul had crossed into the modern era. He had become a wastrel young master with the same name, born into a fallen family and publicly jilted at his own wedding.
His fiancée flung an agreement in his face. “Sign it. End the engagement, and hand over the deed to your family’s last rundown mine. I’ll leave you with a shred of dignity.”
The hall was packed with guests, their jeers rising like a tide as they waited to watch him make a humiliating spectacle of himself and beg on his knees.
Lin Qi only smiled.
In his previous life, he could hear thunder in the silence and find a way out of even the most desperate situation. With courage and unmatched cunning, he had turned the tides of fate. In this life, why couldn’t this glittering modern city become his new battlefield?
He picked up the pen and, under everyone’s astonished gaze, signed his name without hesitation.
“The engagement can be ended.”
“But there are some things you’re not worthy of taking, and… couldn’t take even if you tried.”
From then on, a long-dormant Morning Star blazed once more across the city, its edge impossible to resist. The business world, hidden currents, even the shadows of the past… With the steel and wisdom forged in an age of war, he would write another legend in this peaceful era, one no one could surpass.
