I’m a Mechanic, and I Rule North America’s Underworld

Chu Mang left the Hundred Thousand Mountains with one wish: to eat his fill.

The village chief talked him into going to America, promising him pipe repairs, American dollars, and tomahawk steaks at every meal.

He showed up for work carrying a pipe wrench and ran straight into a gang shootout on his first day.

In his way? Dock his pay?

Chu Mang charged into a hail of bullets and wiped out the entire street in three minutes.

He smashed the guns into scrap metal, and the gang boss fell to his knees begging for mercy.

North America was thrown into chaos:

The FBI frantically hunted for this Eastern “repairman.”

A Wall Street CEO and a Mafia heiress lined up to request his services.

When a tycoon sent an armored car to provoke him, Chu Mang crushed a grenade in his hand and said calmly:

“I just fixed that transformer. Pay up.”

No one knew that this wage worker, who only wanted to fill his belly,

was using a pipe wrench to rewrite the entire North American underworld.