When Li Ming used the calluses from the tiger's mouth to open the rolling shutter door, rust was falling on his military boots. The autumn morning fog in Sanwan City flooded into the gun modification shop with the smell of diesel. The light golden scar on his left eye was reflected on the counter glass - it was a souvenir left to him from the Syrian battlefield. The shrapnel stopped 0.3 Millimeters away from the optic nerve, like a solidified lightning.
