Gao Ren transmigrates into a world fused with Hong Kong films, becoming a small-time gangster in Hung Hing. After being framed by Chiang Tian-sheng and Big Brother B and sent to Chi Ma Wan Prison, ...
All the main characters died without exception.
Although Fei Quan and his gang didn't fare very well, Fei Quan, aside from being brainless,
Being a lackey is pretty good; you'll do anything to climb the ranks!
To sum it up in one sentence... a complete dwarf!
Seeing the 90% favorability rating above his head, Gao Ren patted him on the shoulder.
"That's right, regardless of status,"
"Anyone who has shed blood for me, Guili Ren, is my brother!"
"Come on, let's go inside and eat!"
"Today I'll make you the boss!"
Upon hearing the words "elder brother," Fei Quan's face immediately lit up with excitement.
"Thank you, Brother Ren!"
The group entered the restaurant. The underlings, who had been sitting in chairs, saw their leader, Gao Ren, arrive.
They all immediately stood up and shouted in unison.
"Ren-ge, sister-in-law!"
After smiling and slapping his hand to signal everyone to sit down, Mona, Ruby, and Xiaoying, along with Qiu Gang'ao and his brothers, came over.
"Brother Ren, I hope I didn't arrive late and delay you from handing out the money!"
In response to Ruby's teasing, Gao Ren chuckled and patted her shapely bottom, then gave Qiu Gang'ao a look.
Receiving a look from them, he immediately opened the box amidst the eager gazes of his underlings.
As the boxes were opened one by one, and people looked at the colorful banknotes inside...
All the underlings couldn't help but swallow hard.
After all, they risk their lives for this money!
Seeing the eagerness in his underlings' eyes, Gao Ren chuckled and said...
"Do you want it!"
"think!"
Upon hearing that the word "want" could reverberate across the rooftop, Gao Ren laughed heartily.
"Then line up and come get your red envelopes!"
At another table, Fei Quan and his brothers watched as each of their underlings received a 3,000 yuan red envelope.
Ah Jun couldn't help but sigh.
"Holy shit,"
"We'll have to send out forty to fifty million just tonight, and that doesn't even include resettlement expenses..."
"With this level of spending, no wonder Hong Le couldn't last three rounds..."