Wang Pinghe: With Only Two Fists and One Life

The day I was laid off, my brother Dalong had his leg broken by someone, so I slammed a brick into the guy and spent six months in jail. After I got out, I headed south to Guangzhou, where I learned the rules of the underworld on a rainy night. Back in Dalian's Tiexi District, I started with a secondhand truck and became the man everyone called Brother Pinghe. People ask how I made it. I give them one answer: treat your brothers like you'd give your life for them, and they'll do the same for you. But making a living in the underworld ends in blood, every time.