You Were Supposed to Collect Bodies, So How Did You Become the Underground Emperor?

Chen Mo spent three years collecting corpses at a funeral home, and brought the underworld of Jiangzhou to its knees.

They say the “Cleaner,” who claims lives on rainy nights, only kills those who break the rules. Every corpse is left with a bloody hole in its right eye.

The godfather of the underworld, Shen San, pressed a gun to his forehead. “How can an eighteen-year-old corpse collector have skills like yours?”

Chen Mo raised a hand mottled with livor mortis, gripped the barrel, and smiled.

“Master Shen, you tell me. Do I love collecting corpses…”

“Or do I love seeing people like you turned into them?”

No one knew that three years ago, the boy had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and blood, with only the words “collect corpses” left in his memory.

The strange scar on his left wrist grew hot and burned at midnight.

When he saw blood, a flash of inhuman golden light would flicker in his right eye.

Every corpse he collected whispered the truth of its death in his ear.

Until he received the remains of his biological father, disguised as a “suicide.”

The name his father had written in blood on his palm before dying belonged to the one person in all of Jiangzhou no one dared to speak of.

An orphan girl he had taken in warmed porridge for him.

The underground queen betrayed her entire gang for him.

A hacking genius broke into the national security system for him…

Dragging a body bag, Chen Mo walked past the powerful figures of Jiangzhou, all kneeling on the ground.

“My rules are simple.”

He stepped on his enemy’s face and tilted his head with a smile, his eyes clear and youthful.

“Those who obey live.”

“Those who don’t…”

He looked at the body bags piled high in the morgue and said gently,

“I’m always running low on stock.”