Cast
- Wang Xiaoxiao as Tang Shuisheng, the young teenage boy who serves as the film's protagonist. Shuisheng has recently come under the care of his uncle Liu when he falls under the spell of the boss's mistress, Jinbao.
- Gong Li as Xiao Jinbao, a country girl-turned-Shanghai nightclub singer, Jinbao is the mistress of the Triad Boss.
- Li Xuejian as Uncle Liu, a low-level servant to a Triad organization and Tang Shuisheng's uncle who has called him to Shanghai. Uncle Liu tries to show Shuisheng how to properly serve the Boss and his minions, but he meets an untimely end at the hand of one of the Boss's primary rivals only days after Shuisheng's arrival.
- Li Baotian as Tang the Triad Boss, seemingly sophisticated and soft-spoken, the Boss hides a ruthless side.
- Sun Chun as Song, the Boss's ambitious number two man, Song's affair with Jinbao sets up the film's main conflict.
- Fu Biao as Zheng, the Boss's number three man.
- Yang Qianguan as Ajiao, a young girl living on the secluded island with her mother; she serves to remind Jinbao of her own youth.
- Jiang Baoying as Cuihao, Ajiao's mother, a peasant woman who prepares meals for the Boss while he is hiding on his island estate.
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