338 ChZhang Xiao Hai is reborn on the day he was falsely accused of rape. He chews up the righteousness that choked him to death in his previous life and rebuilds various interpersonal relationships using his own standards of justice.
In the jianghu, there is no referee's seat, only overturned card tables. To flip the table, you have to do it ruthlessly; the meat on the table will naturally fall into your bowl.
Reborn to change fate, one must take a knife and carve a bloody path through the waves of the era. A man's comeback is never just business warfare; it is under dim streetlights, where the shadow draws the knife before the person.
The three knives tucked in his waistband: one chops away his own cowardice and regrets, one gouges the hearts of enemies, one presses against the throat of the era.
The accounts of humiliation from being stabbed by brothers and set up by his sister-in-law in the previous life were shattered with one knife.
Money is a man's backbone. Dignity is not a suit and tie; it is chopping up the humiliations given by the era and simmering gold from the cracks of the era.
In the waves of the era, his left hand grips the abacus, his right hand tears open the web of huge profits in the gray areas, weaving a business network between scalpers, small shops, and urban neon lights.
What is flipped in the black market isn't goods; it is the trembling sights on the scale of human nature.
"Dirty money buys innocence, filthy hands earn dignity" – this is the life creed summarized by this old soul who has seen through the era's cards, from forty years of life's wisdom.
In the Shura field, there is no big brother, only the wolf that turns rotten cards into a king bomb. The jianghu of 1985 devours lambs that accept their fate, but it can't trap the old wolf that sees through the rules.
