My name is Xue Rang. I transmigrated, and I’m a gangster.
The good news: I retained all the knowledge I had as a top lawyer in my previous life.
The bad news: I’m 199 centimeters tall, covered in knife scars, and look every inch the notorious thug.
My big brother sent me to collect protection money.
I pulled out a Legal Counsel Agreement instead, and the shopkeeper signed it with tears in his eyes.
My big brother nodded with satisfaction. “Not bad, Ah Rang. You’ve got a real presence. You can make people surrender without a fight!”
My big brother sent me to negotiate.
I pointed out twenty-seven loopholes in the other side’s contract on the spot, and they ended up paying triple the penalty.
My big brother excitedly slapped me on the shoulder. “Attaboy! A few words and you got them to pay up. You were born for this!”
My big brother sent me to “teach a lesson” to a wife-beater.
I helped his wife get a divorce, left him with nothing, and saddled him with a huge compensation bill.
Watching the neighbors bring over a thank-you banner in tears, my big brother sighed with admiration. “Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! You strike at the heart, not just the body. Ah Rang, you’ve mastered the art of intimidation!”
Me: “…”
No, big brother, let me explain! I really am just a law-abiding citizen!
My big brother (handing me an AK): “Stop being modest. You’re taking over as boss! Lead the boys and make our gang bigger and stronger!”
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