After the turn of the millennium, drug trafficking ran rampant across the country, and the harm caused by drugs grew increasingly severe.
After ten years undercover, he became the drug lord’s heir.
On the eve of the final crackdown, his police ID was left on the drug lord’s desk.
Every step Chen Mo takes is on the edge of a blade. The brotherhood is fake, but the bonds forged through life and death are real; the desperado act is just a performance, but the blood on his hands is real. When the final order comes, telling him to obtain the core ledger “at any cost,” he discovers his own police ID number written plainly in it. He was never the only pawn.
This is a game within a game, one that wagers the soul. When everyone’s masks are about to be torn away, who is the hunter, and who is the prey?
