Chapter 3 Uncle Hong’s Summons
Uncle Hong was an organization elder who, together with Liang Sheng’s father, had built the empire from a tiny crew into the darkest force in the underworld, with roots deep in the mainland and abroad.
The son of a mafia boss?
His status spoke for itself.
Before joining, I thought Liang Sheng was cut from the same cloth.
Our first meeting was in an underground private club in Hong Kong.
I’d just turned nineteen, scraping by in the shadows to hunt my enemy.
Smiling at everyone, calling them brother.
At my lowest, I had over three hundred WeChat contacts.
Fake name, fake life, setting up parties left and right.
I took twenty percent from the club owners.
That’s how I survived until one drinking session finally gave me a lead.
My target: Luo Sha, a mid-level enforcer working under Liang Sheng’s father, mostly overseas.
The guy who tipped me off was so low in the chain he barely knew anything.
If I climbed the ranks from scratch, I’d be old and gray before I got close.
So from the start, my plan was to get near Liang Sheng.
First, become his direct underling.
Later, when I learned he liked men, the plan upgraded to his bed.
But reaching Liang Sheng was harder than I imagined.
Three months of him shuttling between Hong Kong and overseas.
I never caught a glimpse.
I couldn’t risk too much contact with low-level guys—might blow my cover later.
So I gambled blind.
Then one night, I got drugged.
That changed everything.