He is a decorated soldier whose records were erased by the state, and the most lethal weapon in the underworld godfather's arsenal.
At twenty-two, Yan Luo spent every last cent he had earned in the special forces trying to save his mother. In his despair, the fists that could shatter stone carried him from being a small-town thug to the top of Fujian's criminal underworld. The money saved his mother's life, but also nailed him to the abyss of crime.
Then, at a lavish black-money gala, the lights illuminated an old scar from his military days.
His former squad leader, now a senior anti-crime official after leaving the service, shouted a line that pierced his disguise:
"All that skill of yours isn't meant to make you a dog for scum."
From then on, Yan Luo lived as a two-faced phantom:
By day, he slaughtered for the godfather. By night, he handed weapons to the police.
When the sirens of the final raid tore through the dead of night,
which way would this bloodstained blade turn: toward the darkness, or to sever its path home?
