In the Name of the People: The Qi Clan of Handong, Whose Power Spans the Land

[Rebirth + three-generation family saga + information-gap power fantasy + Hong Kong and Macau crime arcs + immense power without chasing profit]

Not one of the three generations of the Qi family ever lived for themselves.

Grandpa spent his life making guns, quietly protecting the country through times of chaos, yet he could never return to his hometown.

Second Grandpa shielded a young man who could not be allowed to die from artillery fire with half his body. Then he leaned against the doorframe and silently lived out the rest of his years.

On the battlefield, Father looked at his severed arm, remembered Grandpa's eyes, put down his gun, and went home to farm.

What the three generations had built up was never something anyone had the chance to claim.

Not until Qi Tongwei was reborn.

He remembered how each person met their end. He remembered how far the rotten web had spread, and where every road led.

He wouldn't seek revenge, rush ahead, or pick sides.

He ate what he was served and drank what was poured. He showed up at every Han University Gang drinking party, but whenever there was work to do, he played dead.

Gao Yuliang thought he was one of his own.

Zhao Lichun thought he posed no threat.

Hou Liangping thought he was solving a case.

No one knew that the man standing quietly in the corner with a cup of tea in hand had prepared everyone's coffin from the very first day.

He wasn't in a hurry.

He was simply waiting for that web to slowly strangle its makers, waiting for everyone who belonged behind bars to shut the door on themselves.

And he had long since placed the knife exactly where it needed to be.

Three generations of preparation, settled in a single day.

In this life, Handong belongs to the Qi family.