When the knife passed through Wanwan Sihai Gang Chen Qiwen's neck, Fu Chenyuan knew that he would not survive.
A stick hits the head and the world turns black. He fell down and heard the foundation he had built for twenty years crumbling, heard his daughter calling her dad, and heard Lan Zaidong selling him for everything - millions, the position of deputy leader of the Sihai Gang, and decades of brotherhood, buried in the sea.
He died at a dock in Taipei in 2005.
When I opened my eyes again, it was 1975. He was just born. Lying on the hard wooden bed on the Dan family fishing boat, his mother was cooking sweet potato porridge in front of the stove, and his father was preparing to teach him martial arts. The Cangming Zhenhai Knife has not yet been passed into his hands, the four living and dead brothers are still little brats dragging their noses, and all the grudges have not yet begun.
In his previous life, it took him twenty-five years to transform from a bastard to a lord of the sea. In this life, he stood at the starting point again, with his fist not yet hardened, and his knife not yet sharpened, but in his mind were the people's hearts, situations, business opportunities, and the faces of every betrayer in the next forty years.
The sea breeze blows over, carrying a salty smell.
Fu Chenyuan stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the sea that he had conquered and lost.
"Abba, teach me how to box."
In this life, he decides his own destiny.
The story begins from this sea.
