Wafangdian's Cannon King: Wang Pinghe

On an old street in Wafangdian, thirteen thugs surrounded three men. Wang Pinghe slapped his five-shot shotgun down on the table. Not a single person on the other side dared move. He fired once, not at a person, but at the light overhead. The glass shattered, and the rules were set. From today on, the seat in Wafangdian was his. But he’d never tested the waters in Dalian, and he had no idea how deep they ran. Duan Futao handed him a business card, and Jiadai’s Tiger-Head Benz pulled up in front of him. Beijing, Anshan, Mentougou… If his brothers needed him, Wang Pinghe would be there in a heartbeat. Others got by on connections. He got by risking his life. The Cannon King of Wafangdian has fired his five-shot shotgun. You really didn’t hear it?