In 1985, I transmigrated into the body of a Hongxing street punk. Two months ago, memories of my past life awakened, and my mind kept getting sharper while my body grew stronger. I helped Uncle Xing take back two streets and made a name for myself in the underworld. Tonight's boxing match is on, and Uncle Xing told me to bet on Coke winning. On my way downstairs, I ran into Sister Thirteen and Zhang Meirun, and I also made an enemy of La Ji. But I have a pair of eyes that can see hostility: anyone plotting against me glows red. La Ji was hostile, and the red glow was blinding. I smiled. The underworld of Hong Kong is deep waters, but no one can pull a fast one on me.
It's so messy, I don't know where I copied it.