Tells how a student transformed into a powerful figure in the underworld
July in Jiangcheng is like an airtight steamer. The afternoon sun softened the asphalt road, and the smell of cheap popsicles mixed with car exhaust hung in the air, sticking to people's skin in a sticky manner.
Lin Chen carried a washed canvas bag and walked quickly along the wall. The canvas bag straps made my shoulders hurt, and it contained medicine just taken from the hospital, as well as a reminder note - grandma's hospital bills were due to be paid again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
