He was once an outcast in the ivory tower, but he became the lamp holder of the bloody rivers and lakes in Guancheng. Li Xu's life went off track from the moment he dropped out of college. The help of noble people made him rise from the bottom, but the betrayal of his first love and the sword of his brother also made him feel like a knife. In this city filled with desires, he walked in the dark, but tried to light up the day - collecting money in the underworld and distributing it in the countryside; he was anonymously rescuing disasters and leaving silently. He thought the ledger of good and evil could be reckoned separately, until the shackles of the courtroom squeaked coldly. This is not a black and white story, but a soul monologue about choice, redemption and price: When darkness becomes fate, is that glimmer of light the starting point of redemption or proof of sinking?
