This city is an iron cage. During the day, the bustling traffic is wrapped in neon lights, but at night, the bones of the steel bars are exposed. Chen Tieshan is an insect in this cage, begging for a living in the ruins of the demolition area, but he doesn't know that his spine has been soaked with some strange energy. The steel bars that demolished the building came down that day, but he didn't dodge. When he fell into a pool of blood, he saw some things that he couldn't usually see - the gray gas seeping from the cracks in the wall, the white shadows crawling on the bricks, and the vigor growing like weeds from his broken bones.
Only later did he realize that there were people hiding in this city who could punch through concrete slabs with one punch, fly on the roofs of buildings, and survive by some unexplainable methods. They were more valuable than an ant like him, and they also knew what it meant to struggle better than an ant like him. With the little strength he squeezed out from the cracks in his bones, he climbed up little by little in the unfinished buildings in the demolition area, under the glass curtain wall of the CBD, and in the shadow of the late-night subway tunnel. As I was climbing, I realized that the martial arts masters in this city were not some glorious legends, but just more ruthless hungry wolves trying to grab a bigger bone.
