My Beloved Sir

Interpol special investigator Cheng Mo received a top-secret mission - to approach Shen Zhao, the second-in-command of Southeast Asia's largest smuggling group. Cheng Mo, who was disguised as an antique appraiser, did not expect that this man who was defined as extremely dangerous by the archives would actually block a fatal poisonous needle for him at the auction. Mr. Cheng's eyes, Shen Zhao wiping the barrel of his gun and chuckling, are like the pair of Northern Song Dynasty official kiln lamps in the museum. Cheng Mo's monitor came with cold instructions from his superiors: gain trust and kill him if necessary. The screen of the mobile phone handed over by Shen Zhao was showing the cultural relics smuggling route map they had been tracking for ten years. When Cheng Mo bumped into Shen Zhao burning the gang's ledger on a rainy night, when Shen Zhao's dagger was pressed against his throat but he turned to cut the rope of the sniper behind him, and when the two faced dozens of killers back to back, the gun that was always aimed at Shen Zhao's heart trembled for the first time. Who are you? Shen Zhao, whose shirt was soaked in blood, smiled and asked at the dock. Cheng Mo pulled off the monitor and crushed it: Now, he is your accomplice. When black and white arrest warrants were overwhelming, they were driving a speedboat towards the high seas. Behind them was the burning smuggling empire, and ahead was a road that would never meet. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.