On the first day of smuggling to America, Chen Feng was dumped in the most notorious slum in Brooklyn with only three dollars left on him.
Two months later, he was shot and fell in a pool of blood in an abandoned warehouse. He thought his life was over.
Suddenly a cold electronic reminder sounded in my mind:
"The host is detected to be on the verge of death, and the Dark Empire system is activated——"
"Novice mission: Survive tonight. Reward: Basic combat proficiency."
Starting from 7th Street in Brooklyn, he collected protection fees, grabbed territory, annexed gangs, and used his fists and brains to fight his way out. The owner of a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown called him "the dishwasher," and a month later the entire Brooklyn underworld was buzzing with a name—"Chen."
The system showed him a map. From New York to Los Angeles, from North America to Europe, from mercenary camps to the arms black market, the entire world's underground network was spread out in front of him.
"The ultimate goal: to build an underground empire that spans the globe."
He thought that was enough. Until one day, the financial tycoon on Wall Street put a gun on the back of his head and said, "Boy, have you had enough?"
Chen Feng smiled.
"I haven't started playing yet."
A Wall Street woman, a gangster's daughter, a female FBI agent, the heiress of an underground European arms dealer... There is far more than just an army standing behind him.
This world never talks about reason, only about strength.
And he just happened to have it.
