Li Xiaoqiang stood atop a skyscraper, looking into the distance.
His heart was filled with countless emotions!
The neon lights of the city flickered, resembling the stumbles and hitches in life; the towering high-rises appeared like unattainable peaks of dreams.
In such an international metropolis, who knew how many young dreamers were buried, how much fiery passion was worn away. Li Xiaoqiang, a country lad, had come to this city on the coast by a stroke of fortune.
It was like a mighty dragon lying in wait, swallowing and absorbing every day. This was a living, breathing world of martial prowess. In these treacherous waters, where undercover attacks were difficult to guard against, the wise, with time and accumulated connections, gradually rose to the top of the pyramid.
And those weaker ones always remained under the command of others, there was surely a reason for it.
