"In this city, fists are useful, but not as useful as a phone call." The words of the cousin at the head of the foot massage shop expressed the despair of the people at the bottom.
Wang Wei, who had just arrived in the city, had a monthly salary of 2,800 yuan and wore muddy Jiefang shoes. In the eyes of others, he was a country bumpkin who couldn't even use a smartphone. He saw with his own eyes the poor men and women working around each other for a few hundred dollars, and the so-called "bosses" who could decide life or death just by drinking tea.
But in his dictionary, there is no bowing.
The ancient Chinese medicine method of identifying acupuncture points and three years of hard training in killing bones gave him the strongest trump card in this steel jungle! A local snake leads people to destroy the place? Break the legs and throw them out; provoke in the underground black boxing ring? An elbow smashed into Touma's ribs; the rich and powerful family wanted to spend money on him to become a watchdog? Wang Wei kicked the mahogany coffee table to pieces and looked coldly at the powerful man who collapsed on the ground.
From the small security guard at the door of the foot bath shop, to the most feared mountain tiger on the streets in the south of the city; from the ants being shouted around, to the hidden dragon that makes countless business tycoons and underground giants frightened!
"Your rules are money and background, my rules are only fists."
This is a thrilling legend about a grassroots man at the bottom who used his flesh and blood to break through class barriers. When the chair that symbolizes the highest power becomes vacant, will it be this 18-year-old country boy who takes the seat?
