Beneath the neon lights of the city, no one knows Lin Ye is hiding two identities. On the surface, he is a streetwise card magician whose nimble fingers never fail to win a round of applause. In secret, he is a descendant of the Jinyiwei, an imperial guard lineage passed down for three hundred years, with a Xiuchun saber at his waist reflecting the cold moonlight.
When the head of the Sun Group dies mysteriously, Lin Ye leaves a King of Clubs on the rooftop. Crucial evidence in an international smuggling case always comes to light amid the smoke of his magic act. The demons and monsters who lurk at the edge of the law fear most the hidden flying-fish pattern that appears on his playing cards.
“Who are you, really?”
When his opponent finally tears away his disguise, Lin Ye twirls the gleaming card between his fingers. Beneath his black leather trench coat, the flying-fish emblem glimmers faintly.
“The cards are on the table. Jinyiwei, codename: Magician.”
A three-hundred-year legacy is not about clinging to the past. It is about keeping this blade sharp, even in the steel-and-concrete jungle of the modern city.
