Codenamed "Pluto", he was once a man who stood at the apex of the dark side of the world. His hands were stained with blood and his feet were on bones, building an indestructible underground Great Wall for his family and country. When peace came and all the glory of the past was sealed, Gu Xunchuan chose to live in seclusion in the city and opened a teahouse called "Forget River" in a corner of the bustling city.
He wanted to find a river of forgetfulness and cross a mortal dream.
With a cup of tea and a piece of music, he thought he could bid farewell to the rain of bullets and watch the clouds roll and relax.
However, even if the dragon lurks in the abyss, it is difficult to conceal its glory. When the tentacles of darkness quietly reach out to the tranquility he cherishes, when the fetters of the past intertwine with the fog of the future, the former king of soldiers has to show his fangs again.
This time he was not doing it for a mission, not for an order, but just for protection.
When the underground order of the entire city trembled because of him, and when the rich and powerful bowed their heads in front of him, they finally understood that this seemingly gentle teahouse owner, once angry, could be a violent tide that could overturn everything.
"I originally wanted to get along with you as a mortal, but what I got was that I pressed you every step of the way. So, I won't pretend anymore."
Gu Xunchuan brushed off the dust on the tea table, his eyes calm and deep: "Welcome to my domain."
