When I opened my eyes and returned to 1982, I became the nephew of a notorious fisherman on the beach. As an Interpol police officer in my previous life, I looked at the occupied fishing grounds and the weeping fishermen and sneered. Behind the scenes, I secretly instigated my uncle's men to rebel and take control of the smuggling ledger. When closing the net on a stormy night, my uncle drew his gun wildly: "White-eyed Wolf, everything I have should be yours!" I pulled the trigger with my backhand and said calmly in the bloody waves: "No, it belongs to everyone.
