Vietnam War reconnaissance soldier Lin Weiguo dies in battle and is reborn in the Golden Triangle.
When he wakes, three thugs are kicking down his door. His body gets winded after a few steps, and all he has is a confiscated folding knife. No golden finger, no teammates, not even a gun.
But he has a scout’s instincts and a little notebook for keeping accounts.
The Kamba compound. Scams, drugs, water prisons, and more than a thousand trapped compatriots. The man controlling it all is drug lord Khun Chai. Lin Weiguo rescues them one by one: A He, Scar, Su Zhe. Not one was sent by a System. He dragged every one of them back from hell himself.
The iron triangle is formed. They infiltrate through drainage channels, blow up the generators, cut off the water and block the roads, then raid the warehouse in broad daylight. One by one, lines are drawn through the names in the ledger. Yan Wen’s drug warehouse goes up in flames. Old Pao loses heart and leaves. All that remains beside Khun Chai is empty air.
Lin Weiguo has no System, no supernatural powers, and no superhuman ability to take on a hundred men at once. He is just a veteran who died forty-five years ago and came back to life in someone else’s body, still carrying the stubborn habits he can never shake: never letting go of his knife, sleeping with his shoes on, and being unable to walk away when his brothers are in trouble.
Alone, he would die. But he isn’t alone.
Beneath the words “settle the score,” line after line is drawn. Once enough lines have been crossed off, it will be time to settle Khun Chai’s account.
