My name is Yang Shuo, 22 years old, a gambler from a small town in Anhui.
>A severed finger in an underground gambling game became my pledge to go north.
>From the cement piles at the Yangtze River pier to the neon abyss of Beijing nightclubs, I climbed on the tightrope of rules and violence.
>In ten years, I learned to wrap blood with money and tame wolves with power.
>Until that night, the siren on Chang'an Avenue pierced all disguises——
>When the handcuffs fell, I caught a glimpse of myself in the interrogation room mirror:
>The old scar brought from Anhui eventually corroded the soul.
