Becoming a Martial Saint in the Republic of China

A stroke of bad luck, a car crashed into a chaotic world. Zhu Guanyu opened his eyes again, a malnourished orphan serving as a servant in a Shanghai family. His name remained unchanged, and before him was a spoiled seven-year-old young master, behind him was the ruthless underworld of the Republican era. A tenth-degree martial artist, a master gone wild. Gunfire and strength coexisted, and suits and long gowns danced together. Fortunately, he had a rather unwieldy "attribute panel." The promises of investment in a previous life became the foundation of his survival in this one. Attribute points? Skill enhancements? How to obtain them... by eating? Starting with cautiousness and scavenging scraps, he made every move with care. Gentleness and humility were his mask, and calculating people's minds were his instinct. He listened, observed, and imitated, always wearing a warm and gentle smile. He treaded the tightrope of interests between warlords, gangs, and foreign powers with precision. "Risk aversion" was his motto, and "information hunger" was his way of survival. He is not one for brute force, seeking only a single strike to kill, or to maximize his gains at the lowest possible cost. This is the path he took from humble servant to the "Smiling King of Hell" behind the scenes. Zhu Guanyu's goal is clear: first, to eat his fill, then to settle the entire world.