The Veteran Walking on the Tip of a Knife: Li Zhengguang

When I was eighteen years old, I ran a street stall and broke the nose of the protection fee collector with one punch. When I was 20 years old, I had two broken ribs during a fight in the boxing gym. I was the last one to stand up. When I was twenty-six years old, I sent my brother to the police station in tears, thinking that rules were more important than face. Some people think that I am unkind, while others say that I am too cruel. But when the coffin was carried up, I kowtowed three times, and blood dripped from my forehead. On the road of rivers and lakes, once you board the ship, there is no turning back. I am Li Zhengguang, and the story begins with a punch and does not end until we know who is lying down and who is standing.