“Old Cat” was dead. The legend had fallen, but the name lived on. The first man to impersonate him couldn’t even fire a gun, and his employer shot him dead. Lu Ming was the second. He hadn’t eaten in three days and had only two coins in his pocket. In the underground fight ring, he lost three of four matches and lay on the ground like a dog. Everyone thought he would give up. He got back up and knocked his opponent out with one punch. The fixer stared at him. “Are you really Old Cat?”
“Who I am doesn’t matter,” Lu Ming said. “What matters is that I can get the job done.”
He didn’t know that Old Cat had been murdered. The mastermind was known as “the Boss,” and his reach spanned five continents.
He didn’t know that he wasn’t an orphan. He was Old Cat’s biological son and the Boss’s experimental subject.
He knew only one thing: in this world, a gun works better than reason.
From impostor to heir, from “Kitten” to “God of Guns.”
He didn’t need to prove he was Old Cat. He would prove he was stronger than him.
