The fog in Jinmen locks up the red walls of the French Concession for most of the year.
Ji Chengxiao came here through the smoke of gunpowder in the north, with a strong gun and an even fiercer temper. However, during the commotion on Xiafei Road, he fell in love with the owner of the Genting Hotel who wore a moon-white gown. Lu Hengzhi is like a piece of jade soaked in water, warm and cold. He can convince foreigners when talking and laughing. Then he turns around and deals with people from the Japanese consulate. The more steadily the string of beeswax beads in his hand spins, the deeper the secret he hides.
The floating corpse on the pier involves an old hotel owner, the iron box with a cherry blossom pattern shines coldly in the shadows, and the water in the concession is muddier than the Haihe River. Ji Chengxiao went to Yunding three times in the name of investigating the case. The confrontation between the gun and the tea cup was a test, a wrestling, and an undercurrent that could not be hidden.
He is a powerful warlord who wants absolute control; he is an exquisite businessman who plays step by step. When the fog rises, the two are rivals who are suspicious of each other; when the fog clears, it's unclear who dropped their guard first.
The fog of Jinmen can lock the hustle and bustle of the concession and the old crimes, but it cannot lock the two hearts that are close to each other - even if the road ahead is filled with bullets and bullets and an abyss.
