Late 1980s. Hong Kong Island. Kowloon Walled City.
"Holy shit!"
Lin Yao jolted awake from a haze.
The moment he opened his eyes, the scene before him stunned him completely!
On an old-fashioned iron bed that looked worn with age, there lay a woman wearing a silk nightgown.
The fabric was thin, faintly outlining her graceful curves.
At least a C-cup!
What the hell is going on?!
He rubbed his eyes hard, suspecting he was still dreaming.
But the woman's steady breathing made it painfully clear—this was real.
He glanced around. The room was a textbook example of an old Hong Kong apartment from the '80s or '90s.
The walls' lime plaster was flaking, revealing yellowed cement beneath, mottled and peeling.
The ceiling light bulb was coated in a thick layer of dust, giving off a weak, flickering glow.
The old wooden window didn't close properly; cold air seeped in through the cracks.
He had been watching a Su Chao match just a moment ago—how did he end up here in the blink of an eye?
His mind was in total chaos, thoughts colliding wildly.
"What the hell happened? How did I cross over to this place?"
"And who the hell is this woman?"
Questions flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
Just as he was thinking this, another surge of memories violently crashed into his consciousness.
So… he really had transmigrated.
He had just graduated from university, majoring in new energy.
He'd been getting ready to put on a yellow jacket and deliver food, but after a bout of frustration, he drank two bottles of cheap liquor alone that night—
—and somehow transmigrated while drunk.
Both he and the original owner of this body were 22 years old.
Same name. Same surname. Both called Lin Yao.
The original owner had a congenital defect—well, to put it bluntly, a problem in that department. He only managed one round before… everything collapsed. His startup died before it even got off the ground.
And now, Lin Yao had taken over his body.
"Fuck… what kind of fate is this? Life really screws people over."
Suddenly, Lin Yao felt his entire body burn up, like he had a forty-degree fever.
No idea why.
As someone who had read countless web novels, he knew that after transmigrating, there was a high chance of getting a "golden finger."
Could this be it?!
Damn it!
His brain felt like it was about to overheat and explode!
At that moment—
The woman sleeping on the bed woke up.
When she saw Lin Yao's face, flushed red like Guan Gong's, she screamed in terror.
"Ah—!"
She didn't bother grabbing anything and bolted straight out.
By now, Lin Yao was drenched in sweat.
He couldn't even spare the energy to care about her.
The heat was unbearable; he felt dehydrated and weak.
With a dull thud, he collapsed onto the bed.
He didn't know how long passed before he finally opened his eyes again.
This time, his body felt incredibly light.
With a gentle push, he did a carp-like flip, ready to go wash his face.
Standing before the cracked mirror in the bathroom, he saw that he had completely changed.
Most notably—his entire body was now covered in firm, well-defined muscles.
He used to have just one flabby layer of belly fat.
Now?
Eight-pack abs.
He used to be a 170-jin chubby guy.
Now his whole body was lean and toned.
Even his looks had improved significantly (like suddenly finding your bank account ballooned with interest overnight!).
The original Lin Yao was already good-looking—borderline reader-level handsome—but now he'd reached full male-model tier.
"Don't tell me… this is my golden finger?"
Why wasn't there any system notification sound?
Is this some kind of 'silent is golden' setup?
Two huge questions popped up in his mind.
Just then, a light-blue panel suddenly appeared in his consciousness.
Lines of information were written on it:
Host: Lin Yao
Age: 22
Nicknames:
– If you show respect: Pretty Boy Yao
– If you don't: Lusty Yao, or Demon Yao
Occupation:
A nobody desperate to make money.
Currently affiliated with Qichang on the surface; secretly a low-ranking member under Liansheng's Fat Wah Hall, the kind who does errands and talks big dreams to a paper fan.
Strength: 36 (Average person: 10)
Agility: 36 (Average person: 10)
Perception: 36 (Average person: 10)
Charisma: 39 (Average person: 10)
Skills:
– Lost-Step Fist, Master level
– Shooting, Proficient
Capable Subordinates:
– Bu Tonglin
– A Bu (from Lang Ya)
At the bottom of the panel was a line of small red text:
System Points: 0
Accumulate 1000 points to unlock the system shop.
Points can be exchanged for corresponding items, skills, and various intel.
"What the hell kind of system is this?"
And to top it off—
He had transmigrated into the body of a short-lived gangster.
A gangster who wouldn't live long—best case, arrested; worst case, stuffed into a hearse.
Other people transmigrate into princes or rich heirs.
Me?
This is just tragic.
Sigh—
Well, what's done is done. Since he was already here, all he could do was grit his teeth and keep going.
After that, Lin Yao began sorting through the original owner's memories.
Right now, his boss was Fat Wah—real name Xu Changhua.
A classic old-school triad bigwig, belonging to the same generation as Liansheng's founders.
In the movies—
When Big D and Ah Lok competed for the position of chairman of Liansheng, Fat Wah ultimately voted for Ah Lok.
But reality was different.
The timeline had advanced by more than two years.
Because at this point, the weakest chairman in Liansheng's history hadn't taken the seat yet.
And this very month, Liansheng would be electing a new chairman.
According to the original memories, this round was initiated first by Big D of Tsuen Wan, who proposed running for chairman.
Others with ambitions hadn't stepped forward yet, but Liansheng was about to convene a council of elders.
Seventeen elders would decide who the next chairman would be.
Within Liansheng, Uncle Deng had the greatest authority—but not enough to make a one-man decision.
Otherwise, there'd be no need for a council at all.
Besides Uncle Deng, the "Moonball Boss" Chuan Bao held significant influence.
Others like Mao Kun, Lung Gen, Cold Brother, Tall Brother, Twin East, Old Ghost Kui, Wasted Dog, Uncle Biao, and Uncle Quan also had votes.
Some of them were current hall leaders.
Fat Wah, however, wasn't qualified.
Not only was he an elder—he was also a former chairman.
Fifteen years ago, he had served as chairman for two years.
According to triad rules, anyone who had been chairman automatically lost the right to run again, though they retained voting rights.
Within the organization, the person Fat Wah hated most was Moonball Boss Chuan Bao.
The two had feuded over territory for over twenty years.
Normally, every two years when the chairman was elected, Fat Wah and Chuan Bao would oppose each other.
But this time, only Big D had openly declared his candidacy, leaving the organization uneasy.
In recent years, Big D had made a fortune running underground casinos and loan sharking, raking in massive amounts of Hong Kong dollars.
Many old-timers supported him.
Within Liansheng, there were thirty-two halls in total—almost none could openly challenge him.
Recently, Big D had been throwing money around everywhere, acting like a generous benefactor, making it look like the chairman seat was already his.
But Uncle Deng, the old fox with the "fiery wind-and-fire wheels," didn't see it that way.
In private, he had spoken with other elders who held voting rights.
He didn't openly oppose Big D—but he publicly emphasized that the organization needed balance.
That it needed someone else to compete with Big D.
This stance gave hope to those
weaker hall leaders who had no intention of running before.
After all—
Who in the underworld doesn't want to rise to the top?