‘Don’t call me a big shot.’ ‘I haven’t been a big shot for many years!’ When Zhang Guobin utters these words, the red pole of the underworld becomes a thing of the past, the talented man of Hong Kong is just a minor embellishment, and the titles of business tycoon, financial magnate, and Asian patriarch shine around his head. The red pole, the hall master, the spokesperson... one underworld has faded away, but there are countless others. The underworld is not just about fighting and killing; it is about human relationships and social norms. My name is Zhang Guobin!