On a rainy night in Causeway Bay, the narrow alleys ran cold with blood.
Hung Hing boss Kwun Yung shot Kwun Jai-sam in the head. He died beneath a brick wall without even a final word.
In Southeast Asia’s underworld, no one had ever seen Chen Dao’s true face. They knew only that he was the uncrowned king of the black-market arms trade, with a firm grip on its supply lines and connections everywhere. He had remained behind the scenes for ten years, but one order from him could cut off weapons supplies across half of the South Seas.
The day news of his cousin’s death reached him, the [Revenge System] activated without warning.
Three hundred death warriors materialized on the spot. Substitute-death abilities and treasures from all the heavens were his to exchange at will, and every enemy he killed sent his revenge points soaring.
Ten years of patience, shattered in a single day.
He didn’t hurry back to Hong Kong. First, he tore the whole Southeast Asian underworld apart:
In a single night, Hung Hing’s headquarters were riddled with bullets, a Wo Shing Wo nightclub burned to the ground, East Star gambling dens were strewn with corpses, and the Ngai family’s heroin docks sank beneath the sea.
Pork Rong, Watermelon Jau, Fat Corpse… Bosses from every gang were captured. None could withstand a single volley from the black-clad death warriors.
But this was only the first installment of what he was owed.
Kwun Jai-sam died in Hong Kong. Every gang in the city would pay for it.
The four great detectives had long since fallen from power, the British governor cared only about lining his pockets, and the underworld was tangled in a web of entrenched interests.
Chen Dao landed in Causeway Bay with three hundred death warriors and ten thousand tons of weapons.
Kwun Yung’s life would be paid for by all of Hung Hing. The underworld’s debt would be collected from the entire criminal world of Hong Kong.
With gunfire for a brush and blood for ink, he would rewrite the rules of the underworld.
One day, everyone looking up across Hong Kong Island would know Mr. Chen.
The pace is appropriate and the heart is ruthless.