Chapter 5: Return to the Green Gang

Each time she thought of this, she would silently kneel before the Bodhisattva, praying for her son’s safe return. Now, seeing Li Haibo come back safe and sound, whole and unscathed, the tension that had gripped her heart finally eased. Joy and relief surged like a tide within her, and a smile of happiness blossomed on her face.

After Li Haibo kowtowed to the Bodhisattva, he wiped his mother’s tears and said, “Mama! Who’s this dirty kid?”

“That’s your little sister, Xiaohua!”

“Come on, Dad’s been dead for six or seven years. Where’s this little sister coming from? Did you secretly remarry again?”

“You brat! Come here!” Li’s mother pulled Li Haibo aside. “She’s the daughter of Huazhi from the alley ahead!”

“Huazhi? That alley’s prostitute?”

“Sigh! Huazhi died a few years ago from venereal disease, leaving her daughter with no one to care for her. I saw she was about to starve, poor thing, so I brought her home. She’s still young and doesn’t know she’s not my biological child. Don’t you dare spill the beans!”

“Oh! Xiaohua, call me big brother, and I’ll buy you some candy!”

“Brother!” That voice was truly sweet, no wonder she was his half-sister by different fathers and mothers.

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The dutiful Li Haibo handed thirty silver dollars to his mother on the very first day he returned, then settled down without a care in the world.

Yes, that scoundrel hadn’t spent a penny during the more than half a month he was on the road.

Early the next morning, Li Haibo took gifts to visit several of his late father’s old brothers. After his father’s death, the family had been fortunate to receive support from these uncles.

Having rested in boredom at home for a few days, there was no news from the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station; no one came looking for him.

Li Haibo was never one to stay idle. He thought to himself that he needed to find something to do; he couldn’t just live off his savings forever.

When his mother heard his thoughts, she pondered for a moment and suggested, “Why don’t you try looking for some of the Qing Gang uncles? Huang San, who’s around the Zhabei Train Station, has a lot of influence now. He’s even the deputy director of the Zhabei Police Station. I heard he’s got connections with the Japanese. These days, the world’s unstable, and without backing, it’s hard to make any progress. Huang San and your dead father were sworn brothers. He commands hundreds of men and wields considerable power. Go find him; maybe he can get you some work.”

Li Haibo thought it made sense. He took a box of pastries and went to visit Huang San.

Long ago, Huang San was just an obscure small-time thug within the Qing Gang. However, he was shrewd and adaptable, skilled at reading the wind and timing his moves perfectly.

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Since the Japanese invaders trampled into Shanghai, Huang San immediately shamelessly threw himself at their side, clinging tightly to the invaders’ leg, willingly becoming a staunch collaborator.

With the full backing of the Japanese, Huang San drove away those Qing Gang bosses who refused to cooperate. Around the Zhabei Train Station, he held immense power, quickly building his own criminal empire, continuing to run the same three vices that ruined the nation—brothels, gambling dens, and opium dens.

More than that, Huang San also served as the deputy director of the Zhabei Police Substation, acting as the Japanese’s enforcer and accomplice, ruthlessly suppressing patriotic resistance fighters, providing intelligence to the Japanese, causing countless heroes to shed their blood on the Shanghai shore.

He was truly heartless and thoroughly vile.

Before joining the army, Li Haibo was a small-time Qing Gang thug, but unlike others, his family’s ties ran deep.

His father was a member of the Qing Gang—not just any member.

His father was highly skilled in martial arts, especially adept with twin daggers. Those sharp knives in his hands moved like dragons leaping from the sea—masterful, swift, and deadly. He was nicknamed the “Qing Gang’s fastest blade.”

Even more impressive, his father possessed a secret life-saving technique—the flying knives.

A set of twelve throwing knives, thrown ambidextrously, always hitting their mark.

This life-saving skill was highly secretive. Apart from his own wife and children, everyone else who saw it was dead.

From a young age, Li Haibo trained under his father, inheriting his true essence.

At thirteen, after graduating elementary school, his father took him to join the Qing Gang.

By fifteen, he was already fighting alongside his father, witnessing the flash of blades and the clash of swords at a young age.

At sixteen, he took his first life with his own hands.

Yet fate was cruel. When he was eighteen, his father was ambushed in a gangland dispute.

His father was shot multiple times and died on the spot, never even having the chance to use his life-saving flying knives. The era’s fastest blade perished in frustration.

Li Haibo’s mother was devastated, fearing her son might follow his father’s path. She used connections to send Li Haibo into the Nationalist Army.

But who expected that six or seven years would pass in the blink of an eye, and now he would circle back to where he started.

Truly, life was unpredictable—a small intestine wrapped inside a large intestine.

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Standing before Huang San’s mansion, Li Haibo took a deep breath and announced his name.

Soon, the gatekeeper led him into the courtyard.

Inside the main hall, Huang San sat in a grand chair, playing with an axe. Several henchmen stood on either side.

“Uncle Huang, long time no see!” Li Haibo quickly gathered himself, respectfully saluted Huang San, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

Huang San narrowed his eyes, sizing him up. After a moment, a faint smile appeared. “Haibo, boy, you’ve been soldiering for a few years, how’s it been going?”

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