Overthrowing the Federation from the Slums

A newcomer named Xu Shuo arrives at the Bailey Street Police Station. To his superiors, he's a saint. To his enemies, he's a beast. Some treasure him; others despise him as a menace. Some call him a thorny rose, others a loaded gun. But he simply says, “I'm a simple man. I just want to stand on my own two feet and make money.” In the New District, capital rules. There's no justice here, only a price. The lives of undocumented people have a price. So do life-saving drugs, police badges, and even one's conscience. While everyone else schemes over the chessboard, Xu Shuo flips it over. He uses capital's own methods to drain it dry, and the rules of power to crush power itself. By the time the Western Federation's oligarchs realize what's happening, this small-time peace officer is already seated beside a throne built from their bones.