He crawled out of the mud.
My mother died at the age of five, I lived alone at the age of seven, I killed someone at the age of nine, and I never had a full meal before I was fifteen.
All the people who were good to him in the world are dead - mother, third brother, Alian, Dayong, and Xiaowu. One by one, they died in front of him.
He didn't kneel.
He had been slashed seventeen times, four ribs were broken, an ear was missing, and he died dozens of times.
He is still alive.
Later, he became the king of Jiangning, the co-owner of the Asian underground world, and the person who kept the world's bosses awake at night.
But no one knew that he had been living in the eyes of another person his entire life.
That person's name is Lao Wai.
A drunkard, a person who beat him and scolded him, a person who has been staring at him in the dark all his life.
He named the child "Jiu'an".
"Safe" is what he wants most in his life.
But he didn't know - from this moment on, the child would never be at peace again.
