Smuggling Just to Make Canned Goods? The Harbor Police Beg Me to Stop

Li Huaishan opened his eyes to find himself floating in the sea, while a System announcement rang in his head: "Ding! Sign-in successful. Reward: 1 arms factory, 1 AK blueprint, and 1 bullet blueprint."

Me: "System, where's the factory building?"

System: "The Host must handle that themselves."

Me: "..."

With only 1,000 yuan to my name, I set my sights on Hung Hing boss Kwan. Kidnap him, extort 30 million, build a factory, make guns, sell arms. A clear process and a clear goal, the shame of transmigrators (crossed out), a model transmigrator!

After Kwan escaped, he went to a Hung Hing meeting and frantically accused Big B: "Big B sent people to kidnap me!" Big B: "I swear I didn't do it!" I hid in the shadows, munching on sunflower seeds. "Keep tearing into each other. The nastier the fight, the safer I am."

Later, Tin Men rose to power, with a hundred men cutting down five hundred Hung Hing members; Feng Yuxiu, a human bulldozer, sent Prince crashing into the ICU; iced lemon tea and instant noodles swept across Hong Kong, and the food industry joined forces to blacklist me, so I just told the security guards to "show them out."

Detective Zhang Wenyao was investigating a smuggling case? I slipped a "spider" into his pocket and livestreamed him for 24 hours. The seven Tian Yangsheng brothers wanted to rob an armored car? Sorry, I already called dibs on that money.

The entire Hong Kong underworld was talking: The mysterious leader of Tin Men was ruthless, unfathomably shrewd, and richer than kings. Only I knew the truth: I was just an ordinary transmigrator who checked in every day, occasionally kidnapped a gang boss, and sold instant noodles and AKs on the side.