Hong Kong, 1989

Deep inside the shadows of the Kowloon Walled City, the sun almost never shines. It is a place of narrow alleys, flickering neon signs, and people who live by their own rules.

In this dark world, **Xia Liu Yi** was a name that made people tremble. He was the top enforcer for the Xiaoqi Hall gang—a "Red Stick" who was famous for being ruthless, cold, and incredibly loyal to his boss. They called his reputation "Black Children’s Day" because after he was done with a fight, there was usually nothing left but a mess to clean up.

But even a legendary gangster has to deal with the modern world. His boss wanted to start a film company to clean some "dirty money," and Liu Yi was put in charge. The problem? They were trying to make a serious movie, and nobody knew how to write a script.

"Find me someone who can read! If not, you write it!" Liu Yi barked at his subordinate, Xiao Ma.

Xiao Ma, who hadn't even finished middle school, panicked. Then Liu Yi remembered something. "Two years ago, a college student moved into the settlement. Find him".

That night, **He Chu San**, a 21-year-old university student, was walking home from a long day of studying English formulas. Suddenly, a sack was thrown over his head. He was snatched off the street and dragged into the "company".

When the bag was finally pulled off, Chu San found himself in a room with a handsome, muscular man sitting with his legs on a table, casually eating beef offal and watching *The Godfather* on a black-and-white TV.

This was Xia Liu Yi. He looked more like a movie star than a monster, but the air around him was dangerous.

"What did he just say?" Liu Yi asked, pointing at the TV. He couldn't read the English subtitles.

"I’ll make him an offer he can't refuse," Chu San translated nervously.

Liu Yi whistled, impressed. He liked the vibe. He looked at the skinny, polite student and said, "I’m making a movie. I need you to write a story in three days".

Chu San blinked, his heart racing. "But... I study finance," he stammered.

Just then, a man who owed the gang money was dragged into the room. Chu San watched in horror as Liu Yi, with a calm and bored expression, began to "convince" the man to pay up using a pair of pliers and a lit cigarette.

The screams echoed through the room. Chu San’s face went pale. He realized very quickly that "No" wasn't an option here.

Liu Yi turned back to him, stepping over the blood on the floor. He leaned in, his eyes bright like stars, and asked again, "What were you saying?".

Chu San swallowed hard. "I... I study finance... but I can definitely write stories".

Liu Yi patted his head gently, like he was a good dog. "Very good. Good boy".

And just like that, the honor student was officially working for the most dangerous man in the Walled City.

He Chu San spent the next three days terrified. He didn't know how to write a "gangster movie," so he wrote a very cliché romance: a rich girl and a poor boy fall in love, but a mean gang boss (who suspiciously used dual blades) kidnaps her. The hero saves her, and they live happily ever after.

He proudly showed it to Xia Liu Yi. "Very imposing, right?" he said.

**WHAM!**

Liu Yi didn't like being the villain. He grabbed Chu San by the hair and slammed his head onto the table. Blood splattered everywhere. Liu Yi then held a sharp curry-stick just inches from Chu San’s eye.

"You're trying to curse me, aren't you?" Liu Yi growled. "Rewrite it."

Chu San went home with his head wrapped in bandages. When his father asked what happened, he lied and said a flowerpot fell on him. For the next three days, he was basically kidnapped every morning, forced to write all day, and "delivered" back home at night by thugs.

This time, he decided to praise the gang. He wrote a story about a legendary hero who cuts down forty men with twin blades to save his boss.

Chu San thought he was being smart, but the room went ice-cold. Xiao Ma, Liu Yi's subordinate, whispered, "Wait... that sounds exactly like how Liu Yi-ge actually saved our Big Boss years ago."

Liu Yi looked furious. "Where did you hear this story?"

Before Chu San could explain that "everyone" talked about it, Liu Yi sent him flying across the room. Chu San crashed through stools, hit the wall, and coughed up blood. Liu Yi was about to stab him with a broken chair leg when the door swung open.

In walked **Qinglong**, the Big Boss of the entire gang.

Liu Yi immediately changed. He dropped the chair leg and acted like a spoiled younger brother. He pouted to the Big Boss, "You hit my head with the door! You owe me!" To make it up to him, Qinglong promised Liu Yi a brand-new nightclub to manage.

While the two bosses talked business, the bleeding and broken Chu San was quietly carried out of the room like trash.

Surprisingly, the Big Boss picked up Chu San’s blood-stained script. "Not bad," Qinglong said calmly. "Let's film it exactly like this."

Later that night, Chu San sat on the movie set. He was wrapped in so many bandages—on his chest, arms, and head—that he looked like a **"Mummy Indian Guy."**

He was miserable. He had missed two weeks of university, lost his scholarship, and was stuck working for a man he now considered a monster. He kept his head down, writing dialogue as a small act of silent protest.

Suddenly, a gentle voice startled him.

"What's your name?"

He looked up to see a beautiful, refined woman standing there. It was **Xiaoman**, the lead actress and the sister of the Big Boss.

Xiaoman, the Big Boss’s sister, was like a gentle breeze in the middle of a storm. Seeing Chu San covered in bandages, she felt pity for the "poor student." She treated him with kindness, often bringing him snacks or making sure he had a proper chair to sit on while he worked on the script.

For Chu San, Xiaoman was his only hope. He started to believe that maybe, if he stayed close to her, the "Monster" Liu Yi wouldn't be able to hurt him.

But Liu Yi was always watching.

One afternoon, Liu Yi walked onto the set and saw Chu San laughing at something Xiaoman said. His face darkened. He didn't like the "Mummy" getting too comfortable.

"Hey, Finance Boy," Liu Yi shouted, kicking a camera stand. "The script is too boring. Add more action. I want to see more blood."

"But... the story is about loyalty and heart," Chu San argued weakly.

Liu Yi walked over and grabbed Chu San’s bandaged arm, squeezing it just hard enough to make him wince. "In the Walled City, 'heart' is just something we sell at the butcher shop. Write what I told you."

Later that night, the gang held a celebration at a local club. Chu San was forced to attend to "observe the lifestyle." He sat in a corner, clutching his notebook, feeling like a sheep in a den of wolves.

Suddenly, a group of rival gang members burst in. Glass shattered, and chairs flew. Chu San froze in terror. A rival thug saw him—the weakest-looking person in the room—and swung a glass bottle at his head.

Before the bottle could land, a hand caught the thug’s wrist. It was Liu Yi.

With a bored expression, Liu Yi snapped the man’s arm like a dry twig. He didn't even look at the guy as he fell. Instead, Liu Yi looked at Chu San, who was shaking on the floor.

"If you die before finishing my script, I’ll dig you up and kill you again," Liu Yi said, wiping a drop of blood off his own cheek.

The fight ended quickly, but the tension didn't. As they walked back through the dark alleys, Liu Yi noticed Chu San was limping. Without saying a word, he grabbed the back of Chu San’s shirt and hoisted him up, forcing him to walk faster.

"Why are you so weak?" Liu Yi complained. "Don't they teach you how to fight at university?"

"They teach us... macroeconomics," Chu San whispered.

Liu Yi snorted. "Sounds useless. From now on, you stay close to me. If someone tries to hit you, they’re hitting my property. And I hate it when people touch my things."

Chu San looked at the dangerous man walking beside him. He realized his life had become a weird paradox: the man he feared the most was now the only person keeping him alive.

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