Ancient Silver

Under the night of Green Island, the metallic and cold rules of the world flow in the neon lights. Young Li Zheng came here through the moonlight. When his father lost his job, he fell into the meat grinder-like whirlpool of the Silihe gang. Street fights with blades licking blood, interest games intertwined with hidden threads, betrayal traps of brothers turning against each other - he held the hot dagger tightly in the bloody storm, but found that what was colder than the blade was the undercurrent surging deep in the heart. From a bloody and brave fighting master to a game-breaker who wanders in the cracks of gangs, Li Zheng climbed up on broken bones and lies, seeing the intrigues of Silihe, the arrogance of Zhongyun, and the intrigues of Fu'an. When the ancient silver wine settled at the bottom of the glass, and when the blood-stained jacket was replaced by a crisp suit, he finally found hope in the Shura field where gangs changed - not the winner who fought his way out of the siege, but the retreat after seeing through the prosperity and illusion. The arena has not stopped, the sword's light is still there, but the young man who once punched in the back alley of No. 3 Middle School has lost the edge in his eyes. He rubbed his old student ID card in his pocket, smiling at the neon lights of Green Island that were still bright, but he finally understood: true growth is to keep the moonlight in your heart that is not cold in the mud.