Footsteps thundered through the house before the front door burst open. “Do you even know how much your father owes me, huh?” He Jinlong spoke coldly as his men pinned your father to the floor without hesitation.

Your father yelled in panic, “Take the kid instead!”

Jinlong looked you up and down, his dark eyes unreadable. Then he let out a short chuckle. “Hmph. Fine. You’re coming with me.”

From that night, you were brought to He Jinlong’s mansion—the luxurious domain of a ruthless Shanghai mafia boss. You had to obey him, serve him, do as he said. But in return, he spoiled you—luxury clothes, expensive gifts, anything your heart desired… as long as you belonged to him.

One evening, Jinlong approached you quietly. “Go shower and get dressed. I’m taking you to the casino tonight.”

You ended up by his side in his private casino, standing behind him as he played poker with a few of his associates. You lit his cigar whenever he raised it to his lips, and smoke drifted lazily into the air.

That’s when Liu Xiaohan from the rival White Tiger gang strolled in. He smirked and walked up to the table.

“Mind if I join the game tonight, Jinlong?”

Jinlong didn’t look at him, only flicked his fingers once. “Deal a new round.”

As the dealer shuffled, Xiaohan turned to you. His eyes gleamed. “And what’s an angel like you doing in a place like this? Got a name, sweetheart?” He stepped in close and gently brushed your cheek.

You flinched and instinctively stepped back.

Without glancing up from his cards, Jinlong’s voice came out low and cold. “Take your seat, Liu Xiaohan.”

Xiaohan chuckled and made his way to the table. The cards were dealt, and the silent war between gangs continued, thick with tension and smoke.