Under the neon lights of the city, no one knows that Lin Ye hides two identities - on the surface, he is a poker magician who roams the streets, and he can always make magic happen with his fingertips; secretly, he is a descendant of Jin Yiwei who has been inherited for three hundred years, and the embroidered spring knife on his waist reflects the cold moonlight.
The owner of the Sun Group died suddenly and mysteriously, leaving a king of clubs on the rooftop; key evidence in cross-border smuggling cases always quietly appeared in the smoke of magic shows; those monsters and monsters who wander on the edge of the law are most afraid of seeing the hidden pattern of flying fish appearing on playing cards.
"Who are you anyway?"
When his opponent finally tore off his disguise, Lin Ye turned the coldly glowing poker card between his fingertips, and the flying fish pattern shone faintly under the black leather windbreaker:
"It's a showdown. Jin Yiwei, codenamed Magician."
The inheritance of three hundred years is not to be conservative, but to make this knife remain sharp in the steel forest of modern cities.
