After the anti-drug operation failed in a small town on the southwest border, Lin Hao fell into pain. He received an anonymous message and went to an abandoned factory. He learned that the police had used false information about his "sacrifice" to help him break into a drug cartel, and sent him to an underground boxing ring disguised as a down-and-out boxer. On the dangerous anti-drug journey, Lin Hao was like a lonely warrior, stepping into the "battlefield" full of thorns and hidden dangers without hesitation again and again. Every action is like walking between cliffs, with an abyss beneath your feet. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed by endless darkness; every exploration is like boating in rough seas, surrounded by turbulent waves. If a wave hits, all your efforts may be in vain. He shuttled through the underground trading scene riddled with bullets, hid in the abyss of crime, dealt with vicious drug dealers, danced on the tightrope of life and death, and wrote his persistence in justice with blood and perseverance. Although the dangers were everywhere, he never flinched.
