My colorful gangster life

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The bell rang, signaling the end of class. I slowly packed my bag, my large belly blocking
my view as I watched people gradually leave the classroom.

I'm a total couch potato, yes, a total couch potato. Glancing to the left window, I saw
my My hairstyle was just ordinary, messy hair, which looked like it had been styled, but
the lingering heat of the sun still made me, weighing over 200 pounds, sweat profusely.

After packing my bag, most of the students had left, leaving only
Aki Tomoya, who was frantically writing something down with a pen and paper.

I picked up my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and slowly walked out of the classroom. In the corridor, several girls were gathered together
discussing fashion. One of them, a petite mixed-race girl with golden twin tails, clear blue eyes, and flawless white
skin glanced at me absentmindedly, then, noticing the people she was waiting for, casually
looked away and continued discussing her own topic with the other girls.

Like Kato Megumi, I had a low profile in class. The difference was that Kato was simply
low-profile, while I wasn't very popular. After all, I was a fat guy and didn't share hobbies like playing video games
. I was a member of the home club after class, so it was normal that I didn't have any friends.

Walking to the playground, I followed the crowd slowly, mainly to see that girl with a white headband,
beautiful black hair, a tall, curvy figure, and full figures. Especially her black pantyhose—
they were incredibly eye-catching. Walking behind Kasumigaoka, at a distance of twenty or thirty meters—a distance I had
observed many times, the optimal viewing distance where I wouldn't be noticed, or rather, wouldn't disturb anyone—my eyes were
glued to those long, beautiful legs in black pantyhose, watching her shapely
buttocks . This high school student was really well-developed.

Stepping out of the school gate, a luxury car was parked there. As usual, I went to the convenience store, pretending to look for
items. Then I watched a stunningly beautiful girl carrying her schoolbag walk towards the car. Her elegant and beautiful figure,
her long, flowing black hair, her ridiculously cute face, her crystal-clear skin, her bright eyes, her thin,
cherry-red lips, the bows tied on either side of her hair, and the absolute
territory created by her plaid skirt and black knee-high stockings—all of this made my eyes widen.

Yes, I had arrived in a place where multiple worlds were mixed together. This place was like the center of the world,
gathering all the captivating girls. Romantic comedies, Boring Girlfriend stories, etc., but for me at this moment,
they held no meaning.

The sunlight slowly faded, and a haze enveloped the city. The city's buildings stretched endlessly towards the distant horizon.
The dim sky and the chaotic buildings made this port city appear disordered. And that's the reality. Beneath the towering,
gleaming buildings, corpses are cleared from the alleyways every day. Parents here teach their children from a young age to walk on
the main roads. Unfinished buildings, shantytowns, gang-run nightclubs—this is the country's largest and most prosperous city,
also its most chaotic. As a transportation hub, tens of millions of people live and serve it.
All sorts of "goods" transported by sea pass through this city—Ronaldo—entering this continental nation.
The city's tax revenue alone accounts for 70% of the country's annual income. Corrupt and incompetent
officials, having received their money, turn a blind eye to everything else, as long as there are their golden-haired little darlings.
Every street, every shop is a target for gangsters. The power of money constantly pours people in.
High-tech companies coexist with gangsters and mercenaries, drawing clear lines yet intertwining them. Like
Hong Kong in the 1970s and 80s.

I walk on the bustling streets, watching
the thugs puffing away and selling pills in the dark alleys between the buildings, thinking that tonight is the night that will determine my fate. Of course I will win, and I absolutely must
win .

I've been reborn into this world for 18 years. This year, my adoptive father passed away, leaving behind a vast fortune and
me, his only son. He was a gang leader, the fourth generation, who had carved out
his own Despite his many injuries, he was a prominent figure. As his
only son and heir, I should naturally enjoy wealth and luxury, be carefully nurtured, and smoothly take over.

However, this world is often unreasonable. Personal combat skills are a given; after all, to
fight for territory, you have to fight with real weapons. Shootings and explosions happen every day. Ordinary
gangs use machetes, while higher-end gangs use pistols and submachine guns. But here, grenades, even rifle grenades and
RPGs are common. In those slums, killing is always happening. The city center wasn't exactly peaceful either.
Driven by profit, those damned gangs and mercenaries would even use RPGs to physically eliminate
rivals. Of course, such activities were strictly prohibited during the day; after all, paid officials didn't want to manage a
dilapidated city.

When I first learned our gang's name, I knew I was doomed. I couldn't simply
take over.

October nights were already chilly. The gang's building was brightly lit.
Although not one of the tallest, it offered a panoramic view of the harbor. The building's
doors were already closed; nearly a thousand people were there to mourn the gang leader—a possible coup. The central air conditioning
whirred , but I felt no warmth.

My cheapskate father had passed away, but even after the seven-
day a teenager, a fat, nerdy guy, couldn't possibly command respect. Although I thought they'd have some self-respect.

In the center of the hall, I sat in the main seat, the long table flanked by people.

"Young man, just listen to your uncle's advice. You're young, have no prestige, and no experience.
Let's choose a team leader first. By the time you're an adult, we'll be old, and the position will still be yours. Otherwise, you have no
management experience, and thousands of people need to eat."

A man who should nominally be called my uncle was insincerely trying to persuade me.

He made it sound so nice, but when that time comes, who doesn't have a son? I wouldn't even know how I'd die then.

"Putting everything else aside, you're probably still a virgin! The girls the boss is raising are all virgins. Let's bring them
out and we'll help you train them." Someone said this, and everyone burst into laughter, filled with...
The cheerful atmosphere… my foot!

Hearing this, I started to get impatient too. Of course, I'm not a virgin, but it was still annoying to hear, even though
they just wanted to mock me.

I remained expressionless in the center of the hall, but the thugs with those guys looked at me with
pity. After all, as the first heir, I didn't have enough prestige and power to take over. I could only be a good-for-
nothing second-generation rich kid, or even worse, not even a second-generation rich kid. After all, no one would let go of the bloodline of a loser.
The saying "Don't underestimate a young man's potential" was commonplace in this city. Stories of people running off to train somewhere or awakening some power, and then
coming back to slaughter their old enemies were all too common.

I am a transmigrator.

Of course, as a transmigrator, my cheat ability is right here in this old book,

"Teach You How to Become a Protagonist Step by Step" by Cat Tired, a senior VIP member of the Transmigrator Club (Cat
Tired's "The Illusory Tang Dynasty" is super awesome).

Although I don't know how many "mmm"s I wanted to say out loud, I still opened the book and gained
the ability .

I gained the ability to create clones. The so-called clone is to separate
a part of one's soul using special methods. These soul fragments reside in the split individuals,

and all the perceptions of these individuals are transmitted to the main soul, like the soul
network . My spirit and my individual are closely connected. However, there is a limit to the soul.

After getting the cheat ability, as I continued to eat, the splitting began. Flesh buds
sprouted from my body, then intertwined and gathered together, slowly weaving a flesh ball. Then flesh
tendrils continued to sprout from my body, then tangled together, until it grew to the size of an adult.
Then the flesh ball was torn apart from the inside, revealing a man with a face similar to mine, but with a
much more proportionate physique.

And so, I continued to split, sustaining myself with a massive intake of nutrients. Of course,
each clone was different; otherwise, it would have been quite strange. Splitting itself wasn't painful, but the itching from the growing granulation tissue
was far more torturous.

This was my source of confidence; over a hundred clones, completely obedient to me, were fully armed.
But that wasn't enough. Besides, the people inside the building weren't dead, and even
among the people in this conference room, many could be considered elite skeletons in the game.
While such individuals would die if hit, sacrificing a dozen of my clones wouldn't be worth it.

Yes, this world was a game world. Before I transmigrated, I played GTA 66.
While the content was the same, the map was vastly larger, the realism was incredible, and with mods,
you could recruit all sorts of powerful and capable elite female characters to fight your enemies and then be subdued wherever you wanted.

From the moment I gained the ability to create clones, I've been preparing. Each clone, after splitting, will grow to adult size within days
. Then, my clones will travel the world searching for
Valkyries in the mods whose detailed origins and information are available. They'll collect powerful figures from the mods.

"The group leader's body is barely cold, and you're already bullying him like this? Is this okay?" The speaker was
one of my father's most trusted men, Zhao Xi, who was currently the most marginalized, though he still cared for me because of my father's influence
. Of course, he needed to help me rise to power to protect his own territory.

"Liangchen, we won't force you. Let's do it the old way," my uncle said. "We won't
take advantage of you. As long as you can clear the level and win six matches in a row, then you'll be the group leader."

"Liangchen, if you trust me, let me make the arrangements," Zhao Xi said, standing beside me. "Or,
if the old group leader has any backup plans, you can use them." He patted my shoulder and then
left .

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

I recalled yesterday's events and then entered the building.

The elevator quickly arrived and stopped. As the elevator doors opened, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The first five floors of this building were connected, creating a spacious area of about twenty meters that wasn't cramped. The fourth-floor stands
had sixteen light poles, with incandescent bulbs illuminating the ring. The wooden escalators for pedestrians were covered with bright red
carpets, and the hundreds of seats were packed with people. At that moment, people were shouting hoarsely at the boxing ring
, energetically waving white paper tickets, their eyes bloodshot.

The ring in the center was surrounded by barbed wire, its surface dark red and damp, looking like it had just been washed.
Several henchmen were using fire hoses to dry the surface.

"Now, please welcome tonight's protagonist, who claims he'll fight his way through the competition, defeating all six of the group's
fighters, and vying for the group leader's position!"

The slick-haired, powdered-faced host shouted into the microphone in an exaggerated tone, trying to stir up the
atmosphere .

I didn't feel uncomfortable in this environment at all, glancing at the boxers standing below the ring.
They were all a bunch of losers.

At this moment, a dark-skinned man stepped onto the stage. He wore a tight vest, his muscles bulging all over.
His knees and elbows were covered in thick calluses.

This man was the one Zhao Xi had found to fight in the ring. This man, named Chasa, was born in Thailand,
and his Muay Thai teacher was the Muay Thai champion, Thai Buddha! He had studied Muay Thai for twenty years and had broken countless coconut trees! If
he didn't have sufficient strength and confidence, Zhao Xi wouldn't have dared to let him fight his way through the competition tonight and help me fight for the group leader's
position.

The person opposite him was Zhao Li, nicknamed "Skinny Tiger," a master of traditional Chinese martial arts. He
survived only because his uncle paid for a bone marrow transplant; the name "Skinny Tiger" was stained with blood. He stretched his shoulders and neck,
then flipped onto the stage.

Chasa rushed forward, throwing a fierce and swift straight punch straight at Zhao Li's face. His left foot paused almost imperceptibly,
his knee strike already poised to strike. This was a common attack pattern in Muay Thai: a straight punch as a feint,
a knee strike to open the scoring, and once the advantage was gained, a storm of elbows and knees followed!

Zhao Li stepped to the left, his left palm slightly bent to meet Chasa's wrist, then lifted it upwards, his right hand passing straight through Chasa's right arm
, aiming for Chasa's neck.

The ghostly speed startled Chasa. Before he could even raise his knee, the other man's hand was less than a foot from
his throat! He instinctively dodged to the left, and Zhao Li vanished!

Before he could even react, it felt like a small hammer had struck the back of his knee. Chasa's lower body went limp,
and he collapsed to his knees, beads of cold sweat dripping down his face.

Chasa stood up, his face grim, stretched his right leg, and raised his fist at Zhao Li.

"My turn."

This time, Zhao Li lunged forward, his right straight punch aimed at Chasa's cheek.

Chasa cautiously protected his face, blocking the punch solidly. Unexpectedly, Zhao Li's right leg lashed out, his shin
aimed at Chasa's groin. This was exactly Chasa's intention!

A fierce glint flashed in Chasa's eyes. Zhao Li's fighting style was a profound humiliation to him. Despite the lingering
pain in his back of his knee, he didn't hesitate and delivered a knee strike.

What Chasa didn't notice was that when his leg wasn't raised very high and the force was far from sufficient, Zhao
Li's leg, still in mid-air, twisted sharply outward, unleashing astonishing speed again, and viciously kicked
Chasa's knee!

"Clatter."

The shouts from the crowd below stopped abruptly. They clearly saw that Chasa's knee joint had been
broken by Zhao Li's kick! His entire lower leg was at a bizarre angle. Chasa lost his balance and
fell to the ground. Then, Zhao Li kicked him in the neck, breaking his cervical spine.

He glanced at the wide-eyed host and raised his chin: "Announce it."

The host stared blankly at Chasa lying on the ground, swallowed hard, and then
stammered :

"Ben, the winner of this boxing match is Zhao Li."

Zhao Xi's eyes were wide open. The person he had hired at great expense had been taken down in just two moves.

"Hahaha, Zhao Xi, you should at least find someone reliable! This guy is too weak." My uncle led
a dozen or so cadres to my side and said, "I wonder if you have any candidates, nephew? Otherwise, we
'll hold a general meeting and elect a group leader."

Looking at that smug guy's face, I really wanted to punch him, but I had to hold back. Anyway,
everything was already arranged.

"Of course I do. This is just a warm-up. I won't take advantage of you. Let your people rest for half an hour.
My men will be there soon."

Then I walked towards the elevator.

My uncle wasn't afraid of me leaving. Almost everyone in this building was his man. He gave all the lower-level gang members a three-day
leave . The rest were his own men. The thousands of people in the building were his most capable henchmen.
Moreover, to prevent Zhao Li from going all out during the power transition and giving others an opportunity, they were all fully
armed , with pistols, rifles, and shotguns. Although only half of the men had firearms, everyone
had a machete.

"Keep an eye on the gate, don't let him escape. Also, watch out for those girls the old team leader adopted. Have you already
sent someone? Don't hurt those beautiful and delicate girls, understand?" He already considered himself
the victor.

I went to the top floor, which was the team leader's office, but now it had temporarily become a changing room. A
curtain was drawn, and through the light, I could see a beautiful female body changing clothes. The treadmill was still
running, it seemed she had just finished warming up. A short skirt and a bra were scattered on the ground. I
went over and picked up the bra, rubbing my fingertips against the silk fabric, then brought it to my nose to smell, feeling
the faint fragrance and the warmth of my fingertips.

"Jiang Yu." I called the girl's name and pulled back the curtain. Before me stood a girl with jet-black
hair tied in a ponytail that cascaded to her waist. Her features were strikingly defined, but neither alluring nor
exquisitely . Her long, almond-shaped eyes, with their clear black and white pupils, exuded an extreme, heroic beauty. Her dashing
and spirited demeanor was unforgettable.

She stood upright, completely naked, with a slender waist, flawless, jade-like skin, and
incredibly long legs. Her abdomen was free of any excess fat, with a clear six-pack running down her abdomen,
giving her a powerful and muscular appearance. A five-clawed
black dragon Though it was a tattoo, it appeared incredibly lifelike. The dragon's head hung below her left collarbone, its open
mouth facing the girl's full, round breasts. The bright red, jewel-like nipples
were eye-catching, the breasts appearing like dragon pearls spat out by the dragon, making the entire dragon tattoo blend seamlessly with her body.

Looking at her body, I revealed a lewd expression; my fat face contorted, and a
bulge appeared in my lower body.

"Click," the door opened again, and a girl dressed as a maid entered with two
men . One man carried a set of clothes, the other a pair of boots, while the girl in the maid's outfit
carried a set of underwear.

She was a maid with light golden hair. Her short, ear-length hair accentuated her capable appearance,
and her icy demeanor and delicate, expressionless face exuded a cold and beautiful aura.

A black and white maid outfit with lace clung to the tall maid's body. Her two voluptuous breasts were
restrained by a black vest, and the apron around her waist outlined her wasp waist. The upper part of her breasts and delicate collarbones
were exposed. Her skin was fair, and her rounded shoulders were covered by white sleeves, but her smooth, jade-like arms
were The vest barely covered her lower abdomen, and her waist was only surrounded by a black gauze that hugged her body. On
the upper part of her back, a large area of white skin was exposed. The vest was only a strip of cloth at the back, and the lower part of
her skin was still covered by black gauze. Her lower body was covered by a black pleated skirt with white trim that barely covered the girl's
upper . The skirt hugged her pert buttocks, and the mysterious parts of the maid's body were faintly visible as she walked, which aroused the heart. But what was most attractive, besides her large breasts, was her beautifully curved, perfectly integrated, and exceptionally tight and slender legs
that were covered by black stockings . 　　Jiang Yu showed no shame at being naked in front of three men and one woman. She was also completely unconcerned about the tents we were standing in. 　　"Anastasia," I said, swallowing hard as I looked at the maid.

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