On the summer night of 1986, the third button of Qiangzi's floral shirt came loose again. The scorpion tattoo on the collarbone is soaked in blood. It was burned with a red-hot bicycle chain, echoing the scar on his father's broken leg. The glass shards of the Tuberose Ballroom were mixed with Teresa Teng's tapes, glowing coldly under the neon lights. When his three-edged scraper penetrated Baihutang Huangmao's belly, he suddenly remembered the red thread on Erya's sewing machine - that was the thread she used to mend his shirt when she was about to report to the textile factory. The territory of the Qinglong Gang, the goods of the Black Tiger Gang, and the siren of the police could not get around the scorpion on the flowered shirt in the end. It stung others and killed himself.
