A Death Row Prisoner from the Start: I Fight My Way Through Chang’an with Black Powder

[The orphan of a general, facing execution from the start]

The blade was raised, and the executioner grinned.

Lin Fan felt the account book in his arms. It contained irrefutable proof that the Crown Prince was selling military weapons on the black market and colluding with border commanders.

“Go ahead and cut,” he said with a smile. “Once you do, this account book will be posted all over Chang'an tomorrow.”

The executioner froze.

The supervising official panicked.

In the shadows, the three hundred hidden soldiers trembled, hands tight around their swords.

The night he escaped the imperial prison, the daughter of Jiangnan's richest man blocked his way.

“Your father saved my whole family. Now it's my turn to repay him.”

She gave him money, men, and a way to survive.

But Lin Fan wanted more than a way to survive.

He wanted the Crown Prince to kneel before his father's grave and say with his own lips, “I was wrong.”

With black powder in hand, the world is his.

He carved a path through Chang'an from the artisans' barracks, and it took him only three years.