Back in the day, people in the underworld showed me respect and called me Young Master Bao. Some even called me the Black Emperor behind my back.
What is the underworld? It’s a storybook for the ambitious, a tale of ordinary people making it from nothing, and a contest of wits among the powerful.
What I’m about to tell is the story of my underworld, my life in organized crime.
Everyone has their own underworld, where they’re the main character, writing the story of childhood innocence, youthful restlessness, the price of teenage recklessness, the gains and losses of middle age, the renown of one’s prime, and the twilight of old age.
Well written!