In the scrapyard on a rainy night, Lin Dongjue burned Chen Jiuzhang's two million "goods" to ashes.
Three years ago, his brother died at the hands of his brother.
Ten years ago, my parents died in a car accident.
One life, three generations of blood debt.
He fled from Jianghai to the provincial capital and hid in the dirtiest car repair shop.
Engine oil soaked the wound, and rusty iron sharpened the blade.
During the day he dismantled scrapped cars, and at night he sharpened murderous knives.
Chen Jiuzhang placed a bounty on his head in both black and white.
The police wrote a warrant full of charges.
The city wanted him dead.
Then let's see this city——
From the rusty bones, Dolly's knife can be pulled out.
"Brother, this world eats people."
"Then I will be a ghost eater."
