The Path of a Peak-Era Warlord

I didn't hear from my sister-in-law again until five years later. My family packed me onto a train, and after a long journey, I finally stood outside my sister-in-law's hair salon. There, I saw a scene that made my blood boil... I only wanted to live an ordinary life, but people kept pushing me around. So I decided to let my fists do the talking. I made my enemies tremble at the sound of my name and forced the toughest men to beg for mercy. After weathering countless storms, I became a big shot in my own right.