In Hong Kong’s criminal underworld, secrets are worth more than gold, and no one knows that better than 9-Iron. They say he knows everything about everyone—from triad bosses to government officials, from CEOs to underground arms dealers. If you have a secret, he already has it on file. And if you cross him? Your darkest sins will be on every screen in the city before you can even pack a bag. His real name? Roosevelt Thirsty, but no one calls him that—not unless they have a death wish.

A Childhood Spent in the Shadows of the Rich

9-Iron wasn’t born into crime. He was born into silence. As a kid in Palm Beach, Florida, he worked as a golf caddy at an exclusive country club—one where billionaires, politicians, and corporate sharks whispered their dirty dealings between swings. He realized early on that powerful people get careless when they think no one is listening. By the time he was 12, he could read a stock market trend just by eavesdropping on the right hedge fund manager. By 15, he was selling insider stock tips to local hustlers. By 18, he had blackmail on half the club’s most powerful members. But then, he got greedy. A billionaire CEO caught wind that a lowly caddy was making money off his conversations. The CEO put a hit out on him. 9-Iron barely escaped with his life—but not before ruining the man’s career by leaking an affair that tanked his empire. He vanished from Florida forever.

Arrival in Hong Kong: A New Playground for an Old Game

Hong Kong was the perfect hunting ground. A city of high finance, high corruption, and higher stakes. 9-Iron arrived with nothing but a fake passport, a stolen laptop, and a brain wired for espionage. He embedded himself in Macau’s casinos, working high-stakes poker rooms, golf courses, and VIP gambling suites, listening, watching, collecting secrets like a dragon hoards gold.Soon, the 332 Gang noticed him. Manimal, always on the lookout for talent, saw something dangerous in the way 9-Iron never spoke more than necessary, but always knew the right thing to say. Manimal asked one question: “What do you bring to the table?”9-Iron smirked. “I already know how much money is in your offshore accounts.”

The 332 Gang’s Master of Espionage & Blackmail

Now, 9-Iron is the 332 Gang’s most dangerous asset—because he never needs a gun to kill someone. He rigs elections. He manipulates stock markets. He controls the flow of rumors, conspiracies, and dirty secrets. If you’re in a VIP suite, he’s the waiter serving your whiskey. If you’re making a deal, he’s watching from the balcony. If you wake up to find your most private emails leaked, it means you were stupid enough to cross him. No one in the 332 Gang moves without him knowing about it first.

The 9-Iron Code

Despite his dangerous intelligence network, 9-Iron lives by a strict set of rules: Information is more valuable than money. You can spend a fortune and lose it overnight—but a secret can buy you an empire. Loyalty is conditional. If you’re useful, he’ll protect you. If you’re a liability, he’ll erase you before you even know you’re a problem. Never, EVER laugh at his real name. The last person who did is still recovering from a 9-iron to the jaw.

The Man Behind the Myth

He still dresses like a high-end golf pro—expensive polo shirts, tailored slacks, custom-made golf shoes. He always carries a 9-iron—not for golf, but because he prefers breaking bones over pulling triggers. He drinks top-shelf whiskey, but never more than two glasses. He’s always watching. Calculating. Listening. He has no social media, no real records, and no digital footprint. He exists only in whispers and shadows. And if you ever hear your name come out of his mouth? It means he’s already decided whether you live or die.