His na is Zhao Wu, nicknad Master Wu.
Zhao Wu is a well-known big shot in the underground world of the Imperial Capital.
At fifteen, he entered society, doing all kinds of jobs like bricklaying on construction sites, beer porter, and truck driver.
At twenty-five, he followed a big boss nad Lin Jinlong, who was one of the well-known bosses in the Imperial Capital.
Lin Jinlong originally worked in construction but gradually started doing seafood business, mainly smuggling clams to South Korea and East Sakura.
Don’t underestimate the clam business.
If anything in the underground world makes people go crazy, clam export is definitely one of them.
This business, like that stuff, is insanely lucrative, yet has lower risks than dealing in porn.
(It’s inconvenient to say more about how it works, 404 warning.
The author really doesn’t know whether there should be an underground world in the Imperial Capital.
So, I specifically consulted soone experienced from the Imperial Capital.
Zhao Wu is also based on a real prototype.
Such a level of dedication is surely worth a few recomndation votes from everyone.)
...
Guarding the clam business are those willing to take real risks and are daredevils.
Zhao Wu forcefully took down those tough guys, allowing his boss Lin Jinlong to successfully take over the business.
It was because of this, Zhao Wu beca famous overnight, becoming the second-in-command under Lin Jinlong.
He was truly a brave and loyal warrior ready to risk life and limb for Lin Jinlong.
Those terrifying knife scars on his body were all left for Lin Jinlong.
For twenty years, his fa grew bigger and, with that Jianghu aura from Mr. Jin Yong’s novels, he was very popular among the young people in the company.
Most of such people’s endings usually co in two forms.
One is being appreciated by the boss, the other is being envied and feared by the boss.
Unfortunately, Zhao Wu belonged to the second category.
In recent years, Lin Jinlong constantly made things difficult for Zhao Wu and increasingly shunned him.
Zhao Wu endured it.
Once a big brother, always a big brother—this is the romantic notion of loyalty that once belonged to the Jianghu.
A few days ago, Zhao Wu discovered sothing terrifying.
His newlywed beautiful wife was growing increasingly ambiguous with his big brother.
He couldn’t believe it.
Today the evidence was conclusive.
He found indecent chat records on his wife’s phone.
Zhao Wu, in a terrible mood, ca to this bar to drink his sorrows away.
This bar had a magical power; every ti he felt down, he always wanted to co here for a drink.
When people drink away sorrow, the alcohol is particularly intoxicating.
...
It was early morning.
The bar was almost empty.
A short-haired waitress with white hair was cleaning up.
At this mont, Zhao Wu received a text ssage.
It was from his big brother Lin Jinlong, asking Zhao Wu to co to his house right away.
Being summoned out of the blue at midnight and ordered around like a dog was a common occurrence.
Zhao Wu got up and headed towards the bar exit.
He was drunk, yet walked steadily.
Just as well, Zhao Wu wanted to ask Lin Jinlong why he was treating him this way.
Sleeping with the second sister-in-law, isn’t that a big taboo in the Jianghu?
Is there really no sense of honor among the Jianghu?
He reached the bar door, turned around to take a look.
The bar owner was still reading, and the handso bartender was nowhere to be seen, probably already off duty.
Zhao Wu pushed the door open.
The early morning wind was refreshing, and much of his drunkenness dissipated; he started his car and drove off into the distance.
...
Inside the bar.
Li Yang’s phone received a ssage.
It was from Yang Xiao.
The ssage content was about Zhao Wu’s life story.
Yang Xiao was not in the bar; he had been instructed by Li Yang to investigate Zhao Wu.
Yang Xiao was familiar with the prominent figures of the Imperial Capital, but Zhao Wu was evidently not among them, with his boss Lin Jinlong barely qualifying.
Yang Xiao was very capable; in just a few hours, he had edited Zhao Wu’s forty-year life story into the most concise text.
Li Yang finished reading the information, gaining a general understanding of Zhao Wu.
Then, Yang Xiao sent another ssage:
"Boss, can I kill soone tonight?"
Li Yang put down the phone and continued reading.
His lack of response ant tacit approval.
Yang Xiao was a clever person and wouldn’t cause trouble for Li Yang. The person he wanted to kill was soone he could handle himself.
If not, he shouldn’t even have asked.
Li Yang didn’t care about such minor affairs.
Moreover, a team of professionally trained Cleaners would arrive in the Imperial Capital tonight as well.
...
Three in the morning.
The stars gradually faded into the boundless sky, and the moon stood alone, just like Zhao Wu’s state of mind.
In the suburbs, with no pedestrians or cars on the road, Zhao Wu floored the gas pedal.
He was eager to see Lin Jinlong and ask why, wanting to lay his cards on the table.
Zhao Wu knew that, according to his big brother’s temperant, he wouldn’t gain any advantage.
But what does that matter?
If a person does everything by calculating ’profit’ and ’loss’, living like a miserly businessman, what’s the point of living?
At that mont, a large truck rushed out from the intersection at great speed.
The truck was preditated; this intersection was a trap for Zhao Wu.
"Boom!"
A loud crash.
The brown sedan was flipped off the road by the strong impact of the truck.
The car window shattered, glass shards scattered everywhere, and the car door was flung off.
Zhao Wu’s head was bleeding profusely, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He struggled to crawl out of the car, collapsed against the deford vehicle, his eyes gradually losing focus.
Two n stepped down from the smoking truck.
Zhao Wu, in a daze, could hear their conversation.
"He won’t survive."
"Zhao Wu had been drinking. When the traffic sheriff arrives tomorrow, it’ll be just a drunk-driving accident."
"So stupid, Dragon called him, and he just ca?"
"Dragon knew he was drinking, that’s why he called him."
"..."
Zhao Wu couldn’t hear the rest, his consciousness fading.
...
In a blur, Zhao Wu heard steady footsteps.
He didn’t understand why he wasn’t dead yet, nor did he know how much ti had passed; ti had lost its aning at this mont.
Zhao Wu’s eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened them, vaguely seeing a figure.
That person was wearing a black business shirt, black dress pants, and black leather shoes.
He wore a black bowler hat, pulled down low, revealing only half of his face.
Zhao Wu mumbled:
"Help ."
He didn’t want to die.
When Lin Jinlong turned on him, Zhao Wu was completely disillusioned with his big brother.
The favors of taking him in and promoting him vanished into thin air at that mont.
Long ago, Zhao Wu no longer owed Lin Jinlong anything.
The man, with a cigarette in his mouth, said:
"Let’s make a deal, and I’ll let you live."
Zhao Wu struggled to say:
"Okay, whatever it is, I want to live."
A magical power surged from Li Yang and enveloped Zhao Wu.
Gradually, Zhao Wu regained consciousness.
He saw who was in front of him clearly.
It was the bar owner who liked reading.
He had a cigarette in his mouth, the dawn light at four-thirty in the morning shone on the owner’s shoulder, glistening brightly.
Shock gradually appeared in Zhao Wu’s eyes; he had witnessed sothing unbelievable.
Severely injured, he was suddenly completely fine!
Zhao Wu asked:
"Who are you, really?"
Li Yang exhaled a puff of smoke:
"Your new boss."
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