[The Night King is angry and blood spatters five steps]
He was once a sharp blade in the shadows, and his military medals made him a legend. However, he sadly retired at his peak and hid in the corners of the city, accompanying himself with instant noodles and cheap cigarettes.
On a night of heavy rain, a soaked strange woman stuffed an ice-cold chip into his pocket, which also led to the world's most dangerous pursuit in front of him.
The former King of Soldiers held the extinguished cigarette butt in his mouth, looked at the top killers swarming in front of him, and smiled lowly: "You want to take something from me? You have to ask my rusty hands if I agree."
From then on, the dormant dragon opened its eyes, and the rusty blade regained its luster. Lost brothers, cross-border shady stories, mysteries from the past, and the mysterious woman named Qu Peijun are all involved in a bloody whirlpool.
Mo Fan: "I just want to eat a bowl of noodles quietly."
World: "No, you don't."
——This is a story about return, loss and recapture. When the neon lights of the city illuminate the shadows, he returns forcefully, just to regain his own order and answers amidst gunfire and conspiracy.
