Chapter 1: Ranking up with a big shot right from the start.
"Holy shit!"
This was the first thought that popped into Fang Che's mind after he regained consciousness.
It wasn't because he was wielding a bottle at a barbecue stall in Northeast China one second, and the next he was lying in this dilapidated room filled with disinfectant and musty smells.
Rather, it was because a gleaming cleaver was firmly held against his neck!
The man wielding the knife was a blond thug with fierce eyes, spouting incoherent Cantonese: "You handsome bastard! Don't meddle in other people's business! Believe me or not, I'll chop you up until your love life is ruined!"
Fang Che: "..."
He looked down at his faded shirt, then touched his ridiculously soft face, which he estimated would be wet if pinched, before finally focusing his gaze on the machete that was only a fraction of a centimeter away from his Adam's apple.
The overwhelming sense of absurdity overwhelmed the fear.
"No, big brother," Fang Che said, his clear, youthful voice startling even himself, but the strong Northeastern accent was ingrained in his soul and couldn't be hidden. "Can't we talk this out properly? Can you move this thing away first? It's kind of scary."
Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that this pretty boy, who looked like a porcelain doll, would not only not be scared to tears, but would also chat with him in a strange dialect.
"What are you talking about?!" Yellow-haired knife pushed forward.
"I'm being reasonable!" Fang Che was getting a little impatient. His body was incredibly delicate, and the chill of the blade sent shivers down his spine. "You're brandishing a knife in broad daylight? What, the law can't touch you? The police are on their way, believe it or not?"
He tried to influence the other party with his 28 years of impeccable socialist core values.
The blond-haired guy and the thugs behind him were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances. Was this kid scared out of his wits?
Just as the stalemate was at hand, a male voice with a touch of cold languor came from the doorway.
"So lively?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have a magical power, instantly freezing the air in the entire room.
Fang Che looked in the direction of the sound and his eyes widened instantly.
A tall, imposing man stood against the light at the entrance. He was probably over 1.9 meters tall and wore a simple black tank top that accentuated his smooth and powerful muscle lines.
handsome!
He's fucking handsome!
Moreover, he's the kind of handsome that exudes masculine aggression, making your legs tremble!
Fang Che was inwardly screaming. With that kind of looks and aura, if he were in their area, he would definitely be the kind of guy who would make the girls at the train station whistle like crazy!
The man ignored the blond-haired man and instead focused his gaze on Fang Che, who was being held at knifepoint. A faint look of surprise crossed his eyes, as if he hadn't expected to see such a... pretty little guy here.
"Brother Li... Brother Li!" The blond-haired man's hands began to tremble, his voice shaking, and all the ferocity he had shown earlier vanished.
The man ignored him and slowly walked forward. Just when everyone held their breath, thinking he was about to attack Fang Che, he leaned down slightly, stretched out his large hand, and directly pinched the back of the knife with two fingers.
The blond-haired man didn't even dare to struggle and obediently let go.
The man held the machete, twirled it in his hand like a toy, and then casually tossed it to the ground with a clang.
The sound of metal hitting the ground startled the blond-haired man.
"Whose man?" the man asked, addressing the blond-haired man, but his eyes remained fixed on Fang Che.
"Brother Li from...Dong Sheng Society, I didn't know it was you watching the show..." Huang Mao was almost crying.
The man then turned his gaze to the blond-haired man, his expression blank, and simply said, "Get lost."
With that one word, Huang Mao felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He led a few of his men and ran away in a panic, much faster than when he came.
The crisis is over.
Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief, overwhelmed with joy at surviving the ordeal.
He doesn't have any other redeeming qualities, except that he's generous and loyal!
This guy in front of me looks like a tough character, and he even saved me! I have to befriend him!
He immediately stepped forward and very naturally wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder—
Finding that his height was a bit too much, he had to settle for second best and patted the other person's strong arm muscles.
It feels rock hard! No wonder it's the eldest brother!
"Brother! You're a true friend!" Fang Che grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Thanks to you today! I've decided to be your friend forever! If you ever need anything, just let me know, I'll definitely be there!"
man:"……"
He looked down at the incredibly slender, fair hand that was patting his arm, then at the boy's face, which was flushed with excitement and breathtakingly beautiful, and at his bright eyes that seemed to be sparkling with stars as he looked at him.
The man's eyes deepened, a barely perceptible hint of amusement flashing across them.
This little guy is interesting.
Fang Che was completely oblivious to the other person's subtle expression, and continued enthusiastically, "Hey, my name is Fang Che! What's your name, brother?"
The man was silent for two seconds, then parted his thin lips and uttered three words:
"Li Hanzhou".
Fang Che's smile froze instantly.
Li Hanzhou?
This name... why does it sound so familiar?
He suddenly looked around—
Narrow streets, old tenement buildings, neon-lit signs in traditional Chinese characters, the air thick with the damp, salty smell and the mingled aromas of food...
This scene is exactly like the one from the Hong Kong-style novel "Hong Kong Tycoon" that he read before going to bed!
And Li Hanzhou... isn't he the ultimate boss in that book who fought his way out of Temple Street and would eventually unify Hong Kong's underworld?!
Fang Che stiffly turned his head to look at the man beside him, whose aura was so powerful and whose handsomeness was outrageous.
So... he, Wang Tiezhu, a wage slave from a small, third-tier city in Northeast China, not only time-traveled!
And right at the start, you're face-to-face with the final boss?!
Looking into Li Hanzhou's deep, unfathomable phoenix eyes, Fang Che had only one thought left in his mind, accompanied by a booming background music in Northeastern dialect:
"My goodness! I've hooked up with a big shot!"
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