Chapter 1

【Brothers, don't nitpick the timeline, the population and map of Gangdao don't need to be examined in detail, just expand threefold, thanks. It's just a Hong Kong variety show mashup, a parallel film and television world, not a commercial work, thanks!】

【Don't dwell on the timeline, it's a film and television world, don't impose reality, any coincidence is purely coincidental】

Li Xin, shirtless, was at a seaside stall in Xi Gong, eating barbecue and drinking chilled beer with a few lackeys, feeling very refreshed.

It's been two years; do you know how I've spent these two years?

It's pretty great (*^ω^*).

Two years ago, Li Xin transmigrated from 2024 to 1980s Gangdao; his original identity was a police academy cadet, and after the four major families disbanded, Gangdao's gangs became even more chaotic!

As long as it's past midnight, every area is in chaos; today Prosperity fights East Prosperity, tomorrow United Victory and New Record start fighting, all for a bit of turf, there's never a moment of peace.

The senior foreign officers of the Gangdao police force selected a large batch of new faces from the police academy cadets and planted them in various gangs, operation codename 'Crouching Tiger'.

His original self was much better than those bulk-selected ones; he was singled out by Huang Bingyao from the police academy, sent to infiltrate Prosperity as an undercover, and he even said: 'Better go to Leng Kwan's place.'

This loser of an original self hadn't even managed to get inside Prosperity yet; as a Prosperity 'blue lantern', he got killed in a firefight.

After Li Xin transmigrated, he didn't want to be an undercover or a lowly lackey; in this era of Gangdao, as long as you're bold and quick-witted, there are plenty of ways to make money.

Be careful not to get caught; that's no better than these two! Being an undercover or a lackey doesn't bring in big money—just a thousand eight hundred a month—so why risk your life?

It's a waste of profit!

Even tea restaurant waiters can earn over a thousand; you say you're risking your life for this pittance—does that make sense?

Is there still royal law?

Is there still law?

Don't even mention the police's mission—whose police? What kind of mission?

All that is just John Bull's money‑making scheme, the laws they cooked up—is protecting them really the mission?

Screw that.

Since he transmigrated, intel hasn't been much, but undercover expenses haven't been lacking. It's all tax money from Gangdao citizens—what's wrong with me, a half‑Gangdao person, spending a bit?

One must have the consciousness of an owner: what's mine is mine, what's yours is also mine, everything's damn mine.

Every time he asks for money, Huang Pangzi says he'll crush his skull! But he still gives it.

…

These past two years, Li Xin's life has been quite exciting; from the start he hung out with the Yaumatei hall chief of Prosperity, Gang (Taizi's master), daily just practicing fists and chopping friends.

One and a half years ago he entered the underwater registry, registered as a 49er, thus becoming a salaried lackey, though not much.

Question: Why so fast?

Answer: Not the strongest fighter, but absolutely the best at handling affairs—big brother blinks, I pass him a cigarette; big brother rides a horse, I push his shoulder.

Unexpectedly, right after he registered, the system showed up, gave a few rewards then died; though brief, at least we've had a system.

Even if only a breath remains, I must say these system rewards are damn fragrant.

A hundred‑cubic‑meter stagnant space, five times human physique, a set of Xingyi boxing, a set of Qi family saber; relying on these rewards, these two years he's also made a little name for himself, his nickname in the martial world—Blade King Xin.

One year ago, after paying respects to Big Brother Gang, he was killed—by the inaugural Five Tigers of East Prosperity, the White‑Forehead Tiger, who did him in.

Because of this, Prosperity and East Prosperity went to war, leading to several thousand‑person melees; it was also in this incident that War God Taizi and Blade King Xin made their names in the the underworld.

Of course, mainly Taizi.

No matter which gang, being an artillery emplacement is no easy task!

Taizi took advantage, leading Big Brother Gang's troops into Tsim Sha Tsui, occupying three streets and holding them for seven days.

Formally declaring to the jianghu, Prosperity now has turf in Yau Tsim Mong, and among Gangdao's top‑tier gangs, Prosperity has secured a position.

Ganglord Jiang Tian Sheng opened the mountain gate wide, set up a three‑day buffet at the Three Saints Temple to confer the double‑flower red pole on Taizi—one flower representing Prosperity, the other worn by Hap Tou Silly Brother Tai.

Thus Taizi's fame shook Gangdao's the underworld.

Li Xin tagged along with the white paper fan; Big Brother Gang's close‑guard; the flower‑tailed snake attained the straw‑shoe rank.

With this arrangement he had no complaint, even going so far as to praise the ganglord's foresight, saying Blade King Xin is just a brain‑eater.

After registration, Yaumatei Red Pole Boxing King Tai became hall chief, Taizi became hall chief of Tsim Sha Tsui, and Li Xin voluntarily attached himself to the headquarters hall.

Otherwise Jiang Tian Sheng won't be able to sleep! You three, Gang's close aides, gathered together—what are you plotting?

Like him, a base without turf, Prosperity still has plenty; the most famous should be Big Fly.

Such gang bases have one advantage: as long as you don't manage the gang's enterprises, you don't have to pay dues to the gang, and each year you can still get a dividend of tens of thousands.

Pleasing the ganglord, the yearly red envelope isn't a small sum.

Just like Li Xin, who came to Xi Gong a year ago to plant a flag, he didn't even start a fight—he went straight to taking over completely, mainly because the big gangs don't want this place.

But the small gangs lack that; daring to take over uniformly isn't due to lack of strength, but because the big gangs won't allow it.

You little weakling, now famous, can recruit plenty of decent good‑for‑nothings—where will our new troops come from?

It's been a year; he's paid tens of thousands upward, Jiang Tian Sheng put it into the red envelope, sent it back to him, and he still has to add a bit himself.

Too little; as ganglord he can't produce it.

Frankly speaking, as long as you don't threaten Jiang Tian Sheng's ganglord position, he's pretty easy to get along with, even generous; when idle, Li Xin goes to butter him up.

If too much time passes and you don't go, he'll feel uneasy!

…

Blowing sea breeze, eating some barbecue, having a cold beer—this little life is overly comfortable.

And no need for fighting and killing!

"Big Brother, Big Brother, hurry to the vehicle lot and have a look—Da Sha got beaten," Li Xin was happily sipping when he saw little brother Huashe run over.

That slap sounded pop‑pop! (>﹏＜)

"You say someone came to Xi Gong to cause trouble?" Li Xin thought he'd misheard and asked.

Huashe, hands on knees, panting, replied: "Yeah, Big Brother, hurry and have a look—before long Da Sha will really be beaten stupid!"

What the hell, that brainless idiot? Coming to Xi Gong to cause trouble!

He put on a vest, stood up, and with a few of his little brothers walked to the parking lot.

………

"Can our Copper Gong Bay Nam Ge come to Xi Gong? You bastard, dare to steal Nam Ge's car, you don't want to live?"

When Li Xin arrived at the place, he heard these few sentences; a short-haired silver-haired kid was waving a small stool and slapping Da Sha.

He knew who these people were; a few little rascals who called themselves the Five Tigers of Copper Gong Bay. Back when he watched the movie, he had thought, this handsome Nam really had good luck.

After finishing with Second Sister-in-law, his younger brother ran off to Wanwan.

After the gate's Big Brother was killed, he became the hall master.

Damn it, the most infuriating thing is, going to school pretending to be a refined person, and even riding that pretty good-looking teacher! This bastard, he's the one who got ridden!

Really unlucky.

Is this still a little rascal? This is truly a born little rascal!

After watching, Li Xin even wanted to swap with him.

Truly a satisfying story, a big male lead!

He looked left and right, waved his hand, and the twenty-plus little brothers who had gathered around rushed over and gave the Copper Gong Bay Five Tigers a beating.

Li Xin didn't lift a hand, just stood there watching; everything requires the boss to do it himself, what use are the little brothers?

It's not a fight ring, there's no money to be made; being the boss rarely requires doing it himself, there's no need for that.