My Parents Died, I Guarded Mong Kok with My Kitchen Knife

After both my parents died, I returned to Mong Kok, Hong Kong from Malaya to make a living. A rusty kitchen knife, a drafty tin house. I wanted to live a stable life, but I didn't want to get involved in the most dangerous whirlpool of Temple Street. Everyone knows Brother Xiong is ruthless. But no one knew that the man who was respectfully called "Mr. Biao" in the hospital, That living king of hell—— Whenever I see Brother Xiong, I will respectfully shout: "Brother." And I was the "reckless man" who sent Uncle Biao to the hospital.