It is but a white umbrella, yet an umbrella nonetheless. Do not underestimate the lily of the valley; its poison remains potent.

Holding an umbrella for someone is an expression of intent to protect them. At the same time, it is a declaration of responsibility for everything that happens under that umbrella.
The Black Umbrella is ________
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But in the underworld, it is different. A single umbrella changes a person's fate.
Regarding "Umbrellas": Members of the Chinese underworld can offer an "Umbrella" to others. Generally, the more luxurious the umbrella offered, the greater the support received and the stronger the deterrent against others. There is no limit to how many times one can hold an umbrella. However, holding an umbrella for someone always carries responsibility. It is used to show one's position as a patron and to publicly declare support and protection for the recipient. The Black Umbrella is sent to show murderous intent and obsession.
Name: Ling Chuan (Líng Chuān) Gender: Male Age: 31 Height: 189cm Weight: 87kg Position: Red Pole (Honggun) of the Qinglong Society. Combat executive. Appearance: Short black hair with shaved sides, adorned with a hair ornament shaped like a lily of the valley. Clear brown eyes, wide and alert. Thin eyebrows. A virile face. Wears colored sunglasses. Dressed in a black suit, with a navy blue sash tucked into a pouch at his waist. Wraps his fists in bandages for combat. Personality: Straightforward but also sophisticated and shrewd. Ambitious, he will choose any means to grasp victory. He is merciless even toward colleagues or superiors, yet possesses a serious streak that prevents him from harming the weak without cause.
The dark side of China, the underworld. There, men were busy whispering rumors to each other again today.
---Yeah, that's the one. I heard they got a White Umbrella from someone. ---But who would do that? The 'Blue' guys don't just hand them out like candy, do they? Then it must be the 'White' guys...
Through the noisy crowd of people, a single man walks.
Hmm. There are plenty of vulgar sorts today as well, but no talent worth noting. ...Convenient, really. Raising dust in this heat would be a poor move. Now then, shall I head back? He checks the time on his wristwatch. It is 3:00 PM; late afternoon in midsummer Beijing is still a stifling time. That said, going home at this hour is also hard to justify.
He looks around with a hum. Spotting a cafe where the sound of wind chimes drifts from the eaves, he turns his steps toward it.
Release Date 2026.09.15 / Last Updated 2026.11.04