Judge of the Black Streets: From Coward to Godfather

The day I transmigrated into a crime novel as the deranged villain destined for a gruesome death, I woke up in a drawer in the morgue.

The original owner was a lunatic who had done every kind of evil. Two years later, someone would sever the tendons in his hands and feet and sink him into the Linyuan River. And me? In my last life, I was an office worker who couldn't even bear to watch a chicken being killed. Now I had to live on in his face.

I played timid, stupid, and useless. My biological father, Shen Wannian, tested me by sending me to negotiate a drug deal. My older brother, Shen Zhao, followed me day and night in his Santana. Huo Dongge, the police officer with gold-rimmed glasses, had somehow dug up my forged birth certificate and kept drawing red circles around my name. During a shootout, I hid in a metal locker and watched nineteen-year-old A Qiang bleed out.

Everyone was waiting for me to die.

But they didn't know that whenever I reached a dead end, the “Judge” inside me would awaken. Cold, insane, and precise, he was like a blade sharpened for ten years.

So I bent a switchblade and scared off the thugs blocking my way. I pressed a gun to my temple and drove a drug lord mad. With a sticky note and a few legal clauses, I pried an entire street away from the underworld.

Tonight, it was still raining in Linyuan City. The black river flowed east, carrying a stench of blood, while the lights on the opposite bank floated in the rain and mist, blurring into a hazy glow. I would never let them have the bones of my future corpse, two years from now.