The heavy rain washed away the blood on the tombstone. Lin Feng knelt in front of the Lin family's ancestral grave, digging his knuckles into his palms and bleeding beads of blood. The flames of his family being exterminated sixteen years ago danced in his pupils. He suddenly tore off his military uniform collar badge and threw it into the mud: "From today on, I am not Chen Mo, the leader of the Dragon Team, but Lin Feng, the life-threatening ghost!" Han with the military thorn unsheathed on his waist The light split the rain curtain, and the fists of the three comrades behind them made white marks in the lightning. When they were drinking and drinking at the banquet in the Zhou family manor, their shadows had passed over the city wall, like four poison-quenched daggers, aimed at the enemy's throat.
