The Blood-Soaked Queen of the Underworld

Violent aesthetics + ensemble of women + Republican-era atmosphere + dark elegance In 1927, Su Jianyue fled to Shanghai’s Shiliupu Wharf with a knife wound, three silver dollars, and a bloodstained deed in her pocket. She squatted at a tea stall and ate a bowl of congee, figuring out how things worked at the wharf: it wasn’t the one with the hardest fist who called the shots, but the one who first made others believe his fist was the hardest.