"Xu Maolin, surrender."
When Sir Li's gun was pressed against his back, Xu Maolin was staring at the stab wound on his elder brother's body - that was his usual technique of 'wiping the throat without leaving a trace'.
The memory of the international killer suddenly came to him: He was obviously on an undercover mission, so why did he dress up as a robber?
The slang, the police badge, the trade list... Everything said he was an insider.
Is killing brother a trap?
Is saving my eldest brother a dead end?
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: 'The police want to arrest me, the underworld wants to bury me? Okay, wait until I stir up this muddy water to the end - everyone's life must be decided by me. '
