“In this city, fists can get things done, but a phone call gets them done better.” Those words from the foot-bath shop’s top hostess sum up the despair of people at the bottom.
Wang Wei has just arrived in the city. He earns 2,800 yuan a month and wears mud-stained cloth shoes. To everyone else, he’s a country bumpkin who can’t even use a smartphone. He has watched poor people grovel over a few hundred yuan, and so-called “bosses” decide who lives and dies over a cup of tea.
But bowing down isn’t in his vocabulary.
Traditional Chinese medicine taught him how to locate pressure points, and three years of grueling training have given him the toughest trump card in this concrete jungle! A local thug brings men to wreck his place? He breaks their legs and tosses them out. A challenge at an underground fight club? One elbow caves in the gang leader’s ribs. Wealthy elites try to buy him off and make him their watchdog? Wang Wei kicks a rosewood tea table to pieces and coldly watches the powerful big shot sprawled on the floor.
From a little security guard outside a foot-bath shop to the most fearsome Tiger of the Southside streets; from a nobody at everyone’s beck and call to the Hidden Dragon who strikes terror into countless business tycoons and underworld kingpins!
“Your rules are money and connections. Mine is the fist.”
This is the exhilarating legend of an ordinary man from the very bottom who smashes through class barriers with his bare hands. When the seat that symbolizes ultimate power falls vacant, will this eighteen-year-old country boy be the one to claim it?
