After all, he wasn't a bad guy

"Draw!"

At a thought from Gu Sheng, the ten question marks on the wheel flipped over.

"Why is this thing like a blind box? I can't even see what's in the prize pool."

"Shampoo? Soap?! Experience books? What do those do? Beginner Muay Thai? That's the guaranteed two-star card?"

One beginner Muay Thai manual, three books worth 100 experience each, one cooking guide, two bottles of shampoo, one bar of soap, one pack of Marlboro, and one can of luncheon meat.

"These things cost me a hundred grand? Even Tencent isn't this much of a rip-off!" Gu Sheng ground his teeth. With a thought, he learned beginner Muay Thai, and a flood of related knowledge poured into his mind.

At the same time, his fists, elbows, knees, and shins began to feel a little numb.

He reached out and felt them. A thin layer of calluses had actually formed in those places, as though he were a real Muay Thai fighter who had been training for some time.

He was a little stronger, too, and his muscles had become more defined.

"I don't have to train myself? Nice. That's just how I like it... Still, a hundred grand was a bit of a waste."

Gu Sheng saw that a Constitution stat of 5.3 had appeared beside the panel.

Below Constitution was a new skill section: Muay Thai level 1 (0/100).

"I had to spin the wheel before I could unlock the stat panel?"

After studying it a little, Gu Sheng discovered that Constitution encompassed strength, reflexes, stamina, and the like. All of them were reflected in that one stat.

A normal adult man's Constitution was between 4 and 5. His was 5.3, which put him above average among ordinary people, about the level of someone who exercised regularly.

Beyond that, every additional point of Constitution would bring a substantial increase in his capabilities.

After all, it was an overall stat, and the different aspects of the human body were interconnected. Someone couldn't be immensely strong yet as slow as a tortoise, or run incredibly fast but be out of breath after two steps.

Of course, even people with the same Constitution would differ in strength and speed. One might be stronger, another faster, and another have better endurance, but their overall rating would be the same.

That meant 6 Constitution put someone at the level of a rigorously trained individual, 7 at special forces level, 8 at the level of a formidable local fighter, and 9 probably at Tyson's level.

"I wonder if I can draw stat points." Gu Sheng was starting to find this interesting.

He casually applied an experience book to Muay Thai.

It immediately became: Muay Thai level 2 (100/400).

At the same time, his memories of Muay Thai became more deeply ingrained, and his fists, knees, elbows, and shins grew tougher.

His Constitution jumped from 5.3 to 5.6.

"So that's how it works!" Gu Sheng finally understood.

He didn't need to practice. All he had to do was consume skills and experience, and his body would change naturally, with his stats changing along with it.

"If I was at the level of someone who'd studied Muay Thai for three months just now, I must be at least at the level of someone who's trained hard for a year now." After thinking it over, Gu Sheng felt considerably better.

The gang had a boxing gym. He had been there a few times before, but only to watch other people fight.

Next time, he could go and test his own abilities.

This was the equivalent of a year of hard training, not the sort people did for fun. Someone who went for a casual two-hour session every day wouldn't match him even after three years.

Gu Sheng also tried taking things out of the system and putting them back in. All it took was a thought, which was very convenient.

But only items he had drawn could be stored inside. Ordinary objects wouldn't go in.

Gu Sheng left the remaining two experience books untouched and went straight into another ten-draw.

Bombs... bombs... bombs... At least give me a gun! Gu Sheng chanted inwardly.

"Huh? There it is!" His eyes lit up when he saw the ten items on the wheel.

"A Big Black Star. I didn't get a time bomb, but this'll do." Gu Sheng took the pistol out immediately. It felt heavy in his hand and came loaded with a magazine of eight rounds.

There was also another magazine on the wheel, likewise fully loaded with eight rounds.

Gu Sheng played with it in his hands and took aim a few times. What man didn't like something like this?

Most importantly, the gun wasn't even the guaranteed two-star prize. It counted as an ordinary item.

This draw also included a beginner shooting manual and two books worth 100 experience each. Apart from those, the Big Black Star, and the spare magazine, everything else was miscellaneous junk. There was even a Peppa Pig mask.

Gu Sheng immediately learned beginner shooting, then applied one experience book to shooting and three to Muay Thai.

His stats became:

Constitution: 6.

Muay Thai level 3 (400/800)

Shooting level 2 (100/400)

"Not bad. Now I've got something to work with." Gu Sheng played with the Big Black Star for a while, putting it away and taking it out again. Once he was sure he had the hang of it, he lay back down on the bed.

With a gun and level 2 shooting, killing his boss probably wouldn't be much trouble.

Next came figuring out how to do it, and then keeping himself out of the picture.

It would be best to kill Long-Haired Kit as well, along with King Boxer Yung. King Boxer Yung was Ah Sin's top henchman, so he might know about it too.

Besides, how am I supposed to move up if I don't kill him too?

After mulling it over for a while, Gu Sheng slapped his thigh. Why am I overthinking this? I'll just find a chance to kill the boss and everyone around him. Done.

If there are no survivors and no witnesses, who's going to know I did it?

No time to waste. I'll do it tonight.

Gu Sheng got up and went out. He really couldn't stay in this home any longer. The stench was enough to kill someone.

He found a secluded spot and fired a couple of shots to test the accuracy and recoil, then bought an outfit of perfectly ordinary work clothes and left it at home.

Then he headed to the bar district.

Although Yuen Long was out of the way, development had begun ten years earlier. By now, it had its own downtown area, with quite a few gangs packed into it.

That showed just how fierce the competition was in this line of work.

Gu Sheng kept feeling that this Hong Kong Island seemed a little bigger than he remembered.

But that didn't matter.

What mattered most was how good-looking the girls were.

After making a circuit of the bar district, Gu Sheng picked up a piece of news: his boss was negotiating with Thunderclap Tiger tonight at a teahouse two streets away.

Seriously? A chance this good? What am I waiting for?

He immediately went over to scout the place, then returned home to pick up the work clothes before heading to a cooked-food shop opposite the teahouse.

The entire street was only ten meters wide, comfortably within range.

The shop occupied the first floor, with living quarters on the second. Gu Sheng changed in an alley, put on the Peppa Pig mask, then climbed up the back and slipped through a window.

No one was upstairs.

"Perfect. Saves me some trouble." After all, he wasn't a bad guy. No one being here was the best possible outcome.

Gu Sheng went straight to the window and surveyed the view. He was quite satisfied with the position. Even accounting for the difference in height, the distance was only thirteen meters.

He waited until around seven or eight that evening before seeing a few gangsters go upstairs and check the place. Then a man in a suit and sunglasses went up, surrounded by several others.

These were the Tung Sing men. The man was Thunderclap Tiger, Lui Yiu Yeung.

He looked nothing like his movie counterpart. This Thunderclap Tiger, Lui Yiu Yeung, had quite a fair face and looked rather refined.

A little later, his own boss arrived in front of the teahouse, surrounded by five men.

He wore a dated suit and swaggered along as though he owned the world.

Some people really wouldn't look like a crown prince even in imperial robes. Put them in a suit, and they still looked like a hick.

After returning to this era, Gu Sheng felt that everyone looked like a hick.

His own boss was an especially big one.