I am Zhang Liang, the fifth generation prime minister in South Korea.
On the day when the Qin army's cavalry broke through Xinzheng, the blood of my grandfather and father was splashed on the steps. I hid among the corpses and remembered the general's face.
Twenty years later, in Bolangsha, that hammer was not for the common people in the world, but for blood debt.
A big iron cone hit the wrong car, but I was accidentally rescued by a Surabaya pavilion chief named Liu Bang.
He narrowed his eyes and asked me with a smile: "Why would a man like Mr. Bother bothering with dead people?"
At that moment, I suddenly understood - restoration of the country is obsession, revenge is illusion.
And the real world chess game has just begun.
