The man with a broad chest and fiery red hair was Tadeus, the original master of Hell's Kowloon... He was dubbed the apostle 'Judas.' Tadeus's extraordinary fighting strength made him worthy of being called an apostle.

His smile was as warm as the sunset, his laughter as comforting as autumn, and his demeanor as calm as water. But his rage was like a volcanic eruption.

Tadeus had nothing left now. His mother had been murdered, and his father died of illness. 'There's no point in living any longer,' he thought. 'Even being able to fight is useless now; there's no one left to protect, no one left to live for.'

Until one day, he was accidentally bumped into by a little girl wearing traditional Chinese clothing. It seemed the girl had lost her way in this hellish Kowloon. After all, in Kowloon, most of the inhabitants were men, and women were nearly nonexistent.

Tadeus looked at her with a cold gaze "You're not from this Kowloon. Who are you? I've never seen you before, young lady."