At the fishery market at four o'clock in the morning, Chen Mo's knife cut open the abdomen of the hairtail fish, and ice slag mixed with blood splashed onto the old rubber apron.
When his mother's dialysis bottle was completely empty, the black off-road vehicle stopped at the alley crushed the morning light, and Scar Liu grinned at him with a cigar in his mouth:
"Young man, want to save your mother's life? Come with me to transport 'seafood'."
