In the world of high finance, money is power, and power is everything. Few understand this better than Arthur “White Devil” Langley, the enigmatic financier who bankrolls the 332 Gang’s empire from the shadows. Cold, calculating, and always ten steps ahead, White Devil isn’t just a criminal financier—he’s the reason the 332 Gang thrives. With an Oxford education, a background in investment banking, and a reputation as a ruthless strategist, he could have been a billionaire mogul on Wall Street. Instead, he chose the underworld, where the real money flows without regulations, and where loyalty is more valuable than legality.

A Privileged Upbringing, A Twisted Mind

Arthur Langley was born into old money in London. His father was a British aristocrat with a portfolio of oil investments, and his mother was a Hong Kong socialite whose family had deep ties to the city’s financial elite. Raised in wealth and excess, Arthur never knew struggle, but he craved power in a way his privileged peers never did. At Oxford, he studied finance and mathematics, quickly distinguishing himself as a prodigy in economic theory and market manipulation. While his classmates were obsessed with prestige and career paths, Arthur was studying the global underworld, fascinated by the way illicit economies functioned. He knew early on that the real wealth wasn’t in stocks or corporate holdings—it was in the shadows, where transactions weren’t recorded and fortunes could be built overnight. By the time he was 25, he had turned his family’s fortune into an offshore empire of hedge funds, shell companies, and untraceable accounts, moving money for corrupt politicians, arms dealers, and criminal syndicates. He operated without fear, believing himself untouchable, until he made one mistake.

The Accident That Created the White Devil

Arthur’s rise in the financial underworld was meteoric, but it came at a cost. A deal gone wrong in Macau nearly ended his life. He had orchestrated a high-stakes laundering operation for a cartel, using VIP junket rooms in Macau’s casinos to wash billions. But when a mainland Chinese crime boss accused him of skimming profits, things turned bloody. Arthur was kidnapped, tortured, and nearly executed. His captors, wanting to send a message, slashed his left eye, leaving him permanently blind in one side. Instead of begging for his life, Arthur laughed in their faces. He promised them that if they let him live, he would make them richer than they ever imagined. He explained, in cold, perfect Mandarin, how they were playing small while he played global. The crime boss, intrigued, spared his life. Arthur kept his word. Within a year, he turned their drug trade into a global empire, moving dirty money through Swiss accounts and Singaporean real estate. He never made another mistake. From that moment forward, he wore a white suit and an eyepatch, a constant reminder that he had survived where others had perished. He wasn’t just Arthur Langley anymore—he was White Devil.

The Shadow Financier of the 332 Gang

White Devil arrived in Hong Kong at the perfect time. The 332 Gang, one of the most feared criminal organizations in the city, was struggling to expand. They had the muscle but lacked the financial expertise to compete with the triads and the multinational money launderers. Arthur offered them everything they needed: a global laundering network to clean their billions, access to offshore investments to make their money work for them and political influence through his connections in elite circles. In return, he took a percentage of every deal, every racket, and every criminal enterprise they ran. Within a few years, the 332 Gang’s revenue tripled, and White Devil became their most powerful asset. He doesn’t carry a gun. He doesn’t need to. His weapon is money, and he owns everyone who matters—bankers, customs officials, even politicians.

The Mind of a Genius, The Morals of a Monster

White Devil isn’t just a banker—he’s a manipulator, a kingmaker, and a destroyer. He knows the numbers behind every crime in Hong Kong, and he controls the flow of money that keeps the underworld alive. Some fear him more than they fear the gang leaders themselves because while triads kill you quickly, White Devil ruins you slowly. He can make your wealth vanish, have your accounts frozen, and turn your own allies against you. Want a politician bribed? White Devil knows how to do it cleanly. Need to move $50 million in heroin profits? He can make it disappear into real estate holdings overnight. Have a rival gang causing problems? He can cut off their funding until they eat themselves alive. Yet despite his cold brilliance, White Devil has one fatal flaw—his obsession with control. He doesn’t just want to be rich; he wants to own everything and everyone around him.

The Man in the White Suit

White Devil never dresses down. He’s always seen in immaculate white suits, a striking contrast to the filth of the criminal world he operates in. The eyepatch over his blind left eye makes him look even more unsettling, as if he sees more with one eye than most do with two. He never raises his voice, never shows fear, and never acts impulsively. Every decision is calculated, every word precise. People in the underworld whisper that he’s untouchable, that he’s always three steps ahead of everyone else. Others believe he’s playing a long game, waiting for the right moment to eliminate the 332 Gang’s leaders and take full control himself, but no one dares ask him. In Hong Kong’s underworld, if White Devil holds your money, he holds your fate.